Heads up High

Sometimes it's harsh, I can't lie

Sunshine is hard to come by

From outside it's calm, but inside I'm broken, fed up

Once it goes left it's hard to do right

But when you get your chance, if you try

You'll succeed at last and that's why I hold my head up

High (I hold my head)

High (I hold my head)

High (One hand up in the sky and say)

High (I hold my head)

High (I hold my head)

Hold my head up high

I hold my head up high

But there's nuff times I get uptight (Why?)

'Cause they sell us lies

And when we don't buy it

And go quiet

It's a riot

That's messed up, right?

But we

Move

So get out the way

I had to clear my head out today

Breathe in some peace, breathe out the pain

We are kings and queens, we'll see out the reign

And what we playing?

Real music

Feel music

This ain't house music

More like field music

Yeah, it's hot music, but you can chill to it

It's not block music, but you can build to it

I'm old school, I like ill music

'Cause the sick thing is you can heal through it

And when it resonates

That's when it makes you feel human

And that's the reason why I still do it

Sometimes it's harsh, I can't lie

Sunshine is hard to come by

From outside it's calm, but inside I'm broken, fed up

Once it goes left it's hard to do right

But when you get your chance, if you try

You'll succeed at last and that's why I hold my head up

High (I hold my head)

High (I hold my head)

High (One hand up in the sky and say)

High (I hold my head)

High (I hold my head)

Hold my head up high

Up to the stars

So even if I stumble it's calm

Rather trip on a moon rock and bump into Mars

Than slip on the pavement, end up on my arse

No cutting remarks

But bluntly I'm sharp

So when I'm chucking a dart

I must hit the mark

Even off of the head it comes from the heart

This isn't an act, but I play my part

'Cause I studied the craft for the love of the art

And nothing surpasses this culture of ours

I still recall how it was in the start

When there wasn't a chance to get up in the charts

You must be having a laugh

The ones who got far were pop stars, or rock stars strumming guitars

But we'd run up in the dance, just for a chance

For a touch of the mic, for a couple of bars

And that right there is where my bucket list starts

Not with watches or luxury cars

I'm sullied and scarred from a colourful past

But who's without sin?

None of us are

So I hold my head high

Sometimes it's harsh, I can't lie

Sunshine is hard to come by

From outside it's calm, but inside I'm broken, fed up

Once it goes left it's hard to do right

But when you get your chance, if you try

You'll succeed at last and that's why I hold my head up

High (I hold my head)

High (I hold my head)

High (One hand up in the sky and say)

High (I hold my head)

High (I hold my head)

Hold my head up

High (I hold my head)

High (I hold my head)

High (One hand up in the sky and say)

High (I hold my head)

High (I hold my head)

Hold my head up high