Tyriq Omar - Grief

Gotta keep my head on high (on high)
I know I'll be alright (alright)
Baby dry your weary eyes (your eyes)
This storm won't last for life
Yeah, this right here
Remind me of the tears we shed for loved ones we lost over the years
Right now I'm shook up, it's hard for me to look up
Eyes filling up fast, it's hard to keep this suit tucked
My granddaddy gone and he ain't coming back
He never got to see me ball, I gotta live with that
That was back in '03, I'm just now talking 'bout it
Nana say he smiling proud and I wouldn't doubt it
Everything we wanted, needed, he made sure we had it
Carried the world on his shoulders til he had to pass it
Feeling like it passed to me, assist so gentle
I learned the pain we experience is mental
Get over it if you can, under it if you must
Don't ever get caught slipping, be careful with who you trust
Find a keeper and keep her
Go and paint the town
But don't you ever let heartbreak break your mind down
I think about themTom and Jerry mornings and start to cry
Knees down, hands to the sky, asking God why
I hate to question Him, yeah, I know it was His will
But when His will differs from what you want it's hard to deal
But I chill anytime I feel the feels build
'Cause it's real, but it's something that we gotta live with for a bit
Deal with
Heal
Gotta keep my head on high (on high)
I know I'll be alright (alright)
Baby dry your weary eyes (your eyes)
This storm won't last for life
I lost my old ball coach
He was really like an uncle to me
So I present the type of man he would've wanted me to be
One day he told me he felt like he owed me
'Cause my OG saved him from these cold streets
He introduced him to the game and everything changed
Instead of running the block, he was running the field
Could ball on the court
A smart young brother
Always kept it short, always kept it real
He went on to get two degrees
Raise up young men like you and me
Always saw through the immaturity and foolery
And judged you based off of who you could be
And make you want it
Make you own it
Then he pointed back to this one major moment
When my granddaddy took him in the fold and treated him like one of his own
From then on it was his mission to help the kids who ain't know what they was missing
And for years they did it
Imagine how many careers started out from scrimmage
I know for a fact, that's where I got my start, got my heart
Now it's time for me to play my part
Gotta keep my head on high (on high)
I know I'll be alright (alright)
Baby dry your weary eyes (your eyes)
This storm won't last for life
Hallelujah, hallelujah

Written by:
Tyriq Thompson

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