Текст песни Hold Your Head Up - Akala feat. Selah
I
was
the
kid
in
school
With
hand
me
downs
from
my
sister
And
gal
dem
still
loved
me
now
that's
charisma
Front
of
my
crep
split
Ain't
seen
a
barber
for
months
But
the
way
I
profile
You
would
have
thought
I
was
Trump
Back
when
I
was
spotty
And
my
head
way
outgrew
my
body
Even
those
times
spittin
it
shoddy
Before
I
bust
my
first
nut
Behind
the
trees
in
the
park
You'd
find
me
and
Jay
drunk
way
after
dark
Bams
too,
looking
for
moves
Like
bees
do
swarming
Funny
thing
we
all
got
ball
in
the
morning
We
like
thirteen
But
grown
as
we
see
it
You
find
us
any
Saturday
night
in
coliseum
Sticking
dick
to
big
gal
And
I
told
her
my
age
straight
Never
been
one
to
play
games
Or
watch
face
or
none
of
that
Pop
shots
I'm
gunning
back
No
ball
to
catch
Look
how
these
cowards
running
back
No
matter
what
they
say
to
you
No
matter
what
they
put
you
through
Always
to
yourself
stay
true
You
gotta
hold
your
head
up
high
When
you
feel
you've
hit
the
ground
And
they
seem
to
laugh
out
loud
Whatever
goes
up
must
come
down
You
gotta
hold
your
head
up
high
For
my
young
tugs
on
every
block
Eighth
in
their
sock
With
aims
to
get
paid
and
parade
in
the
drop
Sweet
kids
get
older
Grow
chips
on
both
shoulders
Daddy
left
it
seems
the
wind
done
blow
colder
Even
in
july
That's
why
we
hoodied
the
whole
year
Mothers
lose
sons
when
them
clouds
disappear
Nothin
sweet
out
here
But
I
count
my
blessings
Been
through
a
lot
of
shit
But
I
take
it
as
lessons
Just
a
young
yout
that
ain't
never
had
nothing
Many
times
went
to
school
Stomach
still
rumblin
Still
felt
like
I
had
a
right
to
fuck
Brought
gal
to
my
yard
And
the
power
would
cut
While
youts
sleeping
I'm
at
the
launderette
before
school
With
big
bin
liners
still
trying
to
look
cool
At
the
time
it
was
hell
Now
I
just
laugh
Funny
how
you
change
The
way
you
feel
about
the
past
If
they
put
your
back
to
the
wall
You
gotta
stand
tall
Don't
watch
these
little
dicks
All
they
do
is
talk
Fuck
em
all
I'm
rollin
Real
niggas'll
roll
wid
it
Yeah
life's
a
bitch
But
I
still
wanna
hit
it
Spit
what's
real
to
me
nothing
more
Nothing
less
Niggas
ain't
got
no
homes
But
roll
with
stones
around
they
neck
Can't
you
see
you're
the
diamond
Always
shining
Plus
the
only
thing
Tough
enough
to
break
us
is
us
1 Stand Up
2 Yeah Yeah Yeah
3 The Edge
4 Shakespeare
5 Carried Away
6 This is London
7 Bullshit
8 Roll Wid Us
9 Cold
10 Hold Your Head Up
11 Why Do
12 The Edge - Mikey J Remix
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