Little somethin' for my godson 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 give a holler to my on welfare Tupac cares, if don't else care And uh, I know they like to ya down a lot When you around the block brothas clown a lot But don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up Forgive but forget, girl keep your head up And when he tells you you ain't nuttin' don't him And if he can't to love 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 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 our women Why we rape our women, do we hate our I think time to kill for our women to heal our women, be real to our women And if we don't we'll have a of babies That hate the ladies, that make the babies And since a man can't one He has no right to a woman when and where to create one So the real men get up I know you're fed up ladies, but keep head up
ya head up, ooh child things are gonna get easier Ooh child things are gonna get
Keep ya head up, ooh things are gonna get easier Ooh child are gonna get brighter
Aiyyo, I remember Marvin Gaye, to sing ta me He had me like black was tha thing to be And suddenly tha ghetto seem so tough And though we had it rough, we had enough I huffed and about my curfew and broke the rules Ran with the local crew, and had a or two And I realize momma paid the price She nearly gave her life, to me right And all I had ta her was my pipe dream Of how I'd rock the mic, and make it to tha screen I'm tryin' to a dollar out of fifteen cents It's hard to be and still pay tha rent And in the end it seems I'm for tha pen I try and find my friends, but they're in the wind night my buddy lost his whole family It's gonna take the man in me to conquer insanity It seems tha rain'll let up I try to keep my head up, and still keep gettin wet up You know funny when it rains it pours They got money for wars, but feed the poor Say ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is It ain't no for tha future And then wonder why we crazy I blame my mother, for turning my into a crack baby We ain't meant to survive, cause a setup And even though fed up Huh, ya got to keep your up
Keep ya head up, ooh child things are gonna get Ooh things are gonna get brighter
And uh To all the ladies babies on they own I know it's kinda rough and you're all alone Daddy's long and he left you by ya lonesome Thank the Lord for my kids, if nobody else want em Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm And if you fall, stand and comeback for more Cause ain't nothin' than when your son to kno' why his daddy don't love him no mo' You complain you was dealt this Hell of a hand a man, feelin' helpless Because too many things for you to deal with inside, but outside you're looking fearless While tears, is rollin' your cheeks Ya steady hopin' things all down this week Cause if it did, you couldn't take it, and don't me I was given world I didn't make it And now my son's older and older and cold havin' the world on his shoulders While the rich kids is drivin' I'm still to hold on to my survivin' friends And crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but Please, you got to keep head up