Keep Your Head Up

(feat. Kokane, Kurupt)
[Verse 1: Kola]
Let me go back,relflex scenarios of livin the life
Circumstances that it hances times of struggle and strife
Realizin whats the key to the game
But seven deadly sins commince the huver over and rain
1976 shovelin s**t for eleven
A beautiful black queen until birth I was givin
No man no plan circumstances still repeat
To beat the poverty and deceit you must cheat
Exposed to worldly things what brings settleness it seems
But in the end loneliness and heartache controls the scene
Baggy jeans and t-shirt plus my feet hurt
Tryna get off some work, baby daddy is a s****t
Homies tellin me to ride but my son comes first
Single mother on the struggle so Im puttin in work
Time to focus on my life cause Im livin in sync
Sufferin in this world we in,end
[Chorus: Kokane]
Its not the way I planned it,naw
This life we livin sometimes aint fair
Keep your head up youll make it, yeah
If at times you feel your nobody
Just reach inside I know you can achieve
[Verse 2: Conyiac]
Sometimes devilish thoughts seems to journey threw my mental
Bad intensions purposely and mistakes can be accidental
Some decisions made that I regret and cant deny it
Lifes about chance takin,Im neck breakin just to try it
My toe in the door smash right now I done stepped in
Miscommuncatin took the lead(what I got myself in?)
You the???? in the beginning as usual always
Then it escalate to the conflict and brawl stage
The wrong page of the book that had my heart shook
Now I read it closer to the end and took my last look
Mind thinkin detects,' I cant get another job'
But hard feelins it wont be the same I love only one
Even though it hurts, I move in right treatment mandetel
He learn from you from the next(got my game tight up for me)
Its all good, shake and peace, catch you in traffic on the streets
Somethin plan to happen, im over it done beat the heat
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Big Chan]
I gotta question, why all the real * ****s get killed?
And leave these bustas on these streets, meet up at Swat Meets
We concrete slaves, and now you got beef?
Face to face wit gang bangers, Dogg Angels, we street politicers
Consider us ***** ***** killas
I low ride, I smoke, I take a look at my life
Its my life, I pull out, so say goodbye to this life
Its too short, so **** friends, im countin on these dead presidents
To win and get in, its all in connectin
Dividin, we ridin, Mr.Colene presents the West Coast Donnas
Upsettin MCs, pop the collars on ya baby mamas
Millenium riders, eastsidaz, westsidaz
So wont you stay wit me, stay wit me
We loosin too many homies its goin down constanlly, constanlly
We drop that bomb s**t, that next level s**t
[Kurupt]
Yeah
West Coast
Doggys Angels
Kurupt Young Gotti
Givin it up for the millenium
2K, uh, YG2K
And we gon do it like this
Yeah
Ride to this, pop it
Zee zee!