Little somethin' for my Elijah and a little girl named Corinne
Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the I say the darker the flesh then the the roots I a holler to my sisters on welfare Tupac cares, if don't nobody care And uh, I they like to beat ya down a lot you come around the block brothas clown a lot But don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up but don't forget, girl keep your head up And when he tells you you nuttin' don't believe him And if he can't learn to you you should leave him sista you don't need him And I tryin' to gas ya up, I just 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 came from a Got our from a woman and our game from a woman I wonder why we from our women Why we rape our women, do we our women? I think it's to kill for our women to heal our women, be real to our women And if we don't we'll have a race of 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 you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up
Keep ya head up, ooh things are gonna get easier Ooh child things are gonna get
Keep ya head up, ooh child things are gonna get Ooh things are gonna get brighter
Aiyyo, I Marvin Gaye, used to sing ta me He had me feelin' black was tha thing to be And suddenly tha ghetto seem so tough And though we had it rough, we always had I huffed and puffed about my curfew and the rules Ran with the local crew, and had a or two And I realize momma really paid the She nearly gave her life, to raise me And all I had ta give her was my dream Of how I'd the mic, and make it to tha bright screen I'm to make a dollar out of fifteen cents It's hard to be legit and pay tha rent And in the end it seems I'm for tha pen I try and find my friends, but they're blowin in the Last night my lost his whole family gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity It tha rain'll never let up I try to keep my head up, and keep from gettin wet up You know it's funny when it rains it They got money for wars, but feed the poor Say there ain't no hope for the youth and the is It no hope for tha future And they wonder why we crazy I blame my mother, for my brother into a crack baby We ain't meant to survive, it's a setup And though you're fed up Huh, ya got to your head up
Keep ya head up, ooh child things are gonna get Ooh things are gonna get brighter
And uh To all the havin' babies on they own I it's kinda rough and you're feelin' all alone Daddy's gone and he left you by ya lonesome Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else em Cause I think we can it, in fact, I'm sure And if you fall, stand tall and for more Cause ain't nothin' than when your son Wants to kno' why his don't love him no mo' You can't complain you was this of a hand without a man, feelin' helpless Because there's too many things for you to with Dying inside, but you're looking fearless 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 given world I didn't make it And now my son's older and older and cold From havin' the world on his While the kids is drivin' Benz I'm tryin' to hold on to my survivin' friends And crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but Please, you got to keep head up