To the Sky

Lyrics

[Intro: Conway The Machine] Ayo, this the streets homie Know what I mean? It's crazy out here, you feel me? No matter how hard it get, how stressed out you get man You gotta keep your head to the sky, my nigga [Chorus: Conway The Machine] Tryna' be a better man, lord knows I'm gone' try I put my ego aside, Imma' swallow my pride And keep my head to the sky Imma' keep my head to the sky Gotta keep my head to the sky Gotta keep your head to the sky Imma' stand like a man, look the judge in his eyes Cracker just give me my time, I ain't gone' cry I, gotta keep my head to the sky Imma' keep my head to the sky Gotta keep my hеad to the sky Gotta keep your head to the sky To thе sky [Verse 1: Conway The Machine] I grew up in the late eighties when the crack hit hard Three out of every five niggas had a crackhead mom On the east side of a city that lack in jobs Why you think the little homies sell crack and rob? Spoilt milk in the fridge, moldy bread on the shelf Your father ain't around, your moms is out selling herself In eighth grade I seen my man sell crack to his mother He looked at me and said, "I only give her that 'cause I love her" Back then, I ain't understand but now I know why He went to jail, she started prostituting, just to get high I was like twelve or thirteen when I met my father I got love for the nigga but I don't respect my father (Nah) My son can see me on some pictures and say "that's my father" So what you hated my moms, nigga, that's y'all problem I know I'm far from perfect, shit, I can't even lie Just keep my heart filled with faith and my head in the sky [Chorus: Conway The Machine] [Verse 2: Conway The Machine] Look, the only thing you crackers giving niggas is a felony Niggas don't think it's real until they sitting, shooting seventy Pass the torch to my son to carry out the legacy When I look him in the face, I see a better me Been through a lot of bullshit and seen even more That shit he'll never see My little man thuggin', selling drugs will be the death of me But this the streets, and I ran mines crazy Look in the mirror, ask myself, am I crazy? I'm my mother's oldest child, but my grandma raised me Put all the tough shit aside, I'm still my grandma's baby I lost her and after that I lost Machine Gunn Black I trade in my talent to rap for her and Machine Gunn back This for my niggas doing time, got to see their kids through a visit Real niggas that got killed, damn, I wish you was with us It's a jungle in the hood but still, Imma' survive Just keep my heart filled with faith and my head in the sky [Chorus: Conway The Machine] [Outro: Phone call intermission]