[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 n***a

[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 n***as 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 n***a 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, n***a, 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 n***as is a felony
N***as 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 n***as doing time, got to see their kids through a visit
Real n***as 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]