Head High

Pick your bread up
Stack your head up
Got no time to waste
Bet clear your head and focus on the things that make you sane
Ain't no body going
Understand the way you think
Stuck in the cut like I been messing
With the raiser blade
I been doing me
And chillin by my lonely
Watch the fake you turn your back
It be your homie
The ones who claim to have your back a do
You wrong see, the game don't change
So you adjust to what you gone be

A force to reckon with nah
This ain't what you want g
Like who you messing wit
You came up on the wrong street
We come from struggle's, hardships
Pain but we ain't letting up
Gone nod and shake my head
To those who ain't remember us
It hurt so bad young man is lade out on the stretcher bruh
Stuck up in college wit these white kids who be prejudice
I'm tired of stressing bout my major
Worrying if I go back home to ugly streets
Am I in danger

I miss my mom and hate my neighbors
Because the promises
They made us, like a game I'm getting played up
The paper trails they super thin
I need some layers
I ain't gone let no one depict what I'm doing
haters see you later
On incline, up the score like escalator
Reaching for the top like elevator
Getting paper
I be rapping ain't a singer
Dis a banger

My conscience guilty
Cuz I think I'm doing wrong
Putting pain in every
Word I write, my feelings
And these songs
The ones who used to get no action get around
And now they gone
Everybody pledging, this is hectic
The length of measures
It's too drastic
Speak when spoken, ain't a spokesman
Ink the page, don't leave it open
From a place where people poking
Sticking, knives, and guns reloading
Walk out side your house, no going out
Because you never know when
Someone crazy decides to leave the brains
On curb he thinking open

Pick your bread up
Stack your head up
Got no time to waste
Bet clear your head and focus on the things that make you sane
Ain't no body going
Understand the way you think
Stuck in the cut like I been messing
With the raiser blade
I been doing me
And chillin by my lonely
Watch the fake you turn your back
It be your homie
The ones who claim to have your back a do
You wrong see, the game don't change
So you adjust to what you gone be

Subjected
To a place we all in danger
Throw them on the line like cloths in closet
Said he on a hanger
Booming beats and in the streets
They'll say that this song a be a banger
Make a statement and I'm claiming
Wit the gang, so what he saying

On the road like tracks
We Line them
Catch them where he lack
We Got them
Brain contusion
Much confusion
In a system steady losing
Fighting for my life and it ain't right
I'm stuck and not sure how I'm doing
Preach with all might and I keep asking how I do it

Way you move,your ethic and your attitude
Your methods, thanks much gratitude
No hate we can't be mad at you
A man just tryna make it in a system
You don't matter to
Because the life we live is sick
So guess let do what matters do

In the end it's gone be cool
Ay ya
Got to do what you gone do
Ay ya
Got to be who you gone be
Ay ya
Got to move how you gone move
Ay ya Got to make it out the mud
Like dirt that's stuck between my shoe
Got to find your inner peace
Cuz if it ain't, won't make it through