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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lecrae
Lecrae
Vocals
Lewis Sky
Lewis Sky
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lecrae
Lecrae
Songwriter
Jeremiah Bethea
Jeremiah Bethea
Songwriter
Austin Owens
Austin Owens
Songwriter
James Foye III
James Foye III
Songwriter
Lawrence Allen Swoope II
Lawrence Allen Swoope II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ayo Owens
Ayo Owens
Producer
James "Keyz" Foye III
James "Keyz" Foye III
Producer
Zach Paradis
Zach Paradis
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Jacob Morris
Jacob Morris
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Jumper
Ryan Jumper
Assistant Engineer

Letra

It's gon' all work out sooner than later You don't have to worry 'bout tomorrow It's gon' work out in your favor Just keep your head to the sky (hold up!) Keep your eyes on the prize (prize, prize) Just keep your head to the sky Keep your eyes on the prize (prize, prize, yeah, huh) Man, I'm insecure and I'm so unsure My motives don't be the purest seed of my little sister Prolly need me, I ain't been around, and I ain't tried to lead her, ugh! Help me, Lord, I ain't ever have no daddy Feel like a failin' father tryna raise my family I've seen cancer take my lady's pops and he fought so hard And we cried so hard, but sometimes life's so dark But he told me, "Boy, you keep yo' head up, never let up, and never give up And don't cry for me 'cause I'ma live up in the sky" Let it all work out, that pain gon' make you stronger That hurt gon' make you a leader, don't make that make you a monster In the middle of the darkest, heart is heartless tarnished carnage The Master Artist makes your mess a masterpiece regardless It's gon' all work out, sooner than later You don't have to worry 'bout tomorrow It's gon' work out in your favor Just keep your head to the sky Keep your eyes on the prize (prize, prize) Just keep your head to the sky Keep your eyes on the prize (prize, prize) Yeah, I've seen pretty girls feel so ugly that they hate livin' I've seen rich men have everything but have no friends I've seen baby mamas put restrainin' orders on good fathers I've seen single mothers work three jobs but they still in college Eight years, gettin' two degrees, slaved away for a bachelor's Then eight more payin' huge fees, still a slave to her master's Feelin' a way, makin' a minimum wage But at the end of the day Feelin' so grateful Bills still paid, so, no room to complain We all got deep wounds, ugly scars, black marks Just left rehab, still got track marks Let it all work out and let the light shine through 'Cause you can't be them, and they can't be you It's gon' all work out sooner than later You don't have to worry 'bout tomorrow It's gon' work out in your favor Just keep your head to the sky Keep your eyes on the prize (prize, prize) Just keep your head to the sky Keep your eyes on the prize (prize, prize) yeah, oh Oh Oh-oh Oh, oh, oh, hey
Writer(s): Jeremiah Renaldo Bethea, Lecrae Devaughan Moore, Austin Owens, James Iii Foye Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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