Little somethin' for my godson Elijah and a little named Corinne
Some say the the berry, the sweeter the juice I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the I give a holler to my sisters on Tupac cares, if don't else care And uh, I know they like to beat ya a lot When you come around the block clown a lot But please don't cry, dry your eyes, let up Forgive but don't forget, keep your head up And when he tells you you ain't don't believe him And if he can't learn to you you should leave him Cause sista you need him And I ain't tryin' to gas ya up, I call em how I see em You it makes me unhappy (what's that) When brothas make babies, and leave a mother to be a pappy And since we all from a woman Got our name a woman and our game from a woman I wonder why we from our women Why we our women, do we hate our women? I think it's time to kill for our Time to heal our women, be to our women And if we don't we'll a race of babies That will the ladies, that make the babies And since a man make one He has no right to tell a woman when and to create one So will the men get up I you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up
Keep ya head up, ooh child are gonna get easier Ooh things are gonna get brighter
ya head up, ooh child things are gonna get easier Ooh child things are gonna get
Aiyyo, I Marvin Gaye, used to sing ta me He had me feelin' black was tha thing to be And tha ghetto didn't seem so tough And we had it rough, we always had enough I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the Ran with the local crew, and had a or two And I realize momma really the price She nearly gave her life, to me right And all I had ta give her was my pipe Of how I'd rock the mic, and make it to tha screen I'm tryin' to make a dollar out of fifteen It's hard to be legit and still pay tha And in the end it I'm headin' for tha pen I try and find my friends, but blowin in the wind Last night my buddy lost his family It's take the man in me to conquer this insanity It seems tha never let up I try to keep my head up, and keep from gettin wet up You it's funny when it rains it pours got money for wars, but can't feed the poor Say there ain't no hope for the and the truth is It no hope for tha future And they wonder why we crazy I blame my mother, for turning my brother a crack baby We ain't to survive, cause it's a setup And even you're fed up Huh, ya got to keep your up
Keep ya up, ooh child things are gonna get easier Ooh child things are get brighter
And uh To all the ladies havin' on they own I know kinda rough and you're feelin' all alone long gone and he left you by ya lonesome Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else em Cause I we can make it, in fact, I'm sure And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for Cause ain't nothin' worse when your son Wants to why his daddy don't love him no mo' You complain you was dealt this Hell of a without a man, feelin' helpless Because there's too things for you to deal with Dying inside, but you're looking fearless tears, is rollin' down your cheeks Ya steady hopin' things all down this week Cause if it did, you couldn't it, and don't blame me I was this world I didn't make it And now my son's gettin' and older and cold havin' the world on his shoulders While the kids is drivin' Benz I'm still tryin' to hold on to my friends And crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but Please, you got to keep head up