Little somethin' for my Elijah and a little girl named Corinne
Some say the blacker the berry, the the juice I say the darker the flesh the deeper the roots I give a holler to my on welfare Tupac cares, if don't nobody else 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 eyes, never let up Forgive but don't forget, girl your head up And when he tells you you ain't don't believe him And if he can't to love you you should leave him sista you don't need him And I ain't to gas ya up, I just call em how I see em You know it makes me (what's that) When brothas make babies, and leave a young to be a pappy And we all came from a woman Got our name a woman and our game from a woman I wonder why we take from our Why we rape our women, do we hate our I it's time to kill for our women Time to heal our women, be real to our And if we don't we'll a race of babies will hate the ladies, that make the babies And since a man make one He has no right to tell a woman and where to create one So will the men get up I know fed up ladies, but keep your head up
Keep ya head up, ooh child are gonna get easier Ooh child are gonna get brighter
Keep ya head up, ooh child things are gonna get Ooh child things are gonna get
Aiyyo, I remember Gaye, used to sing ta me He had me feelin' black was tha thing to be And suddenly tha didn't seem so tough And we had it rough, we always had enough I huffed and puffed about my curfew and the rules Ran the local crew, and had a smoke or two And I momma really paid the price She nearly gave her life, to raise me And all I had ta her was my pipe dream Of how I'd the mic, and make it to tha bright screen I'm tryin' to make a dollar out of cents It's hard to be and still pay tha rent And in the end it I'm headin' for tha pen I try and find my friends, but they're in the wind night my buddy lost his whole family It's take the man in me to conquer this insanity It tha rain'll never let up I try to keep my head up, and still keep gettin wet up You know it's funny when it rains it They got money for wars, but can't feed the Say ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is It no hope for tha future And they wonder why we crazy I blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack We meant to survive, cause it's a setup And though you're fed up Huh, ya got to keep your up
ya head up, ooh child things are gonna get easier Ooh child things are get brighter
And uh To all the ladies babies on they own I know it's kinda and you're feelin' all alone Daddy's long and he left you by ya lonesome Thank the Lord for my kids, even if else want em I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure And if you fall, stand tall and for more Cause ain't nothin' worse when your son Wants to kno' why his daddy don't him no mo' You complain you was dealt this Hell of a without a man, feelin' helpless Because too many things for you to deal with Dying inside, but outside you're looking While tears, is down your cheeks Ya steady hopin' things all down this week Cause if it did, you couldn't take it, and blame me I was this world I didn't make it And now my son's gettin' older and and cold From the world on his shoulders While the rich kids is Benz I'm still tryin' to hold on to my friends And it's crazy, it seems never let up, but Please, you got to your head up