Little somethin' for my godson and a little girl named Corinne
say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice I say the the flesh then the deeper the roots I a holler to my sisters on welfare Tupac cares, if nobody else care And uh, I know like to beat ya down a lot When you come around the brothas clown a lot But please don't cry, dry your eyes, let up but don't forget, girl keep your head up And when he you you ain't nuttin' 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 to gas ya up, I just call em how I see em You know it me unhappy (what's that) brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy And since we all came from a Got our name from a woman and our game a woman I wonder why we take our women Why we rape our women, do we hate our I think it's time to kill for our 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 a man can't make one He has no to tell a woman when and where to create one So the real men get up I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your up
Keep ya head up, ooh things are gonna get easier Ooh child things are get brighter
Keep ya head up, ooh things are gonna get easier Ooh child things are gonna get
Aiyyo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to ta me He had me feelin' black was tha thing to be And suddenly tha ghetto didn't so tough And we had it rough, we always had enough I and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules Ran with the local crew, and had a or two And I realize really paid 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 to make a dollar out of fifteen cents It's to be legit 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 blowin in the Last my buddy lost his whole family It's gonna the man in me to conquer this insanity It seems tha rain'll let up I try to keep my head up, and still keep from wet up You know it's funny 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 hope for tha And then wonder why we crazy I blame my mother, for turning my brother into a baby We ain't meant to survive, cause it's a And even you're fed up Huh, ya got to keep your up
Keep ya head up, ooh child things are gonna get Ooh child are gonna get brighter
And uh To all the ladies havin' babies on own I know it's kinda rough and 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 nothin' worse than when your son Wants to why his daddy don't love him no mo' You complain you was dealt this of a hand without a man, feelin' helpless Because there's too many for you to deal with Dying inside, but you're looking fearless While tears, is rollin' down your Ya steady hopin' things all down this week Cause if it did, you couldn't it, and don't blame me I was given 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 to hold on to my survivin' friends And it's crazy, it seems never let up, but Please, you got to keep head up