Little somethin' for my godson Elijah and a little girl Corinne
Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the I say the the flesh then 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 ya down a lot you come around the block brothas clown a lot But please don't cry, dry eyes, never 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 love you you should him sista you don't need him And I ain't tryin' to gas ya up, I just em how I see em You know it me unhappy (what's that) When brothas make babies, and a young mother to be a pappy And since we all came from a 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 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 of babies That will hate the ladies, make the babies And since a man make one He has no right to tell a woman and where to create one So the real 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 child things are get brighter
Keep ya head up, ooh child are gonna get easier Ooh child are gonna get brighter
Aiyyo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to ta me He had me feelin' black was tha thing to be And tha ghetto didn't seem so tough And though we had it rough, we always had I huffed and puffed my curfew and broke the rules Ran with the crew, and had a smoke or two And I realize momma really paid the She nearly her life, to raise me right And all I had ta her was my pipe dream Of how I'd rock the mic, and 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 seems I'm for tha pen I try and my friends, but they're blowin in the wind Last my buddy lost his whole family It's gonna take the man in me to this insanity It seems tha never let up I try to keep my head up, and still keep gettin wet up You know it's funny it rains it pours They got for wars, but can't feed the poor Say ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is It no hope for tha future And then wonder why we crazy I blame my mother, for turning my brother a crack baby We ain't meant to survive, it's a setup And though you're fed up Huh, ya got to keep head up
Keep ya head up, ooh child things are get easier Ooh things are gonna 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 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 Wants to why his daddy don't love him no mo' You can't complain you was dealt Hell of a hand without a man, helpless Because too many things for you to deal with Dying inside, but outside you're fearless tears, is rollin' down your cheeks Ya hopin' things don't all down this week Cause if it did, you take it, and don't blame me I was given this world I make it And now my son's older and older and cold havin' the world on his shoulders While the kids is drivin' Benz I'm still to hold on to my survivin' friends And it's crazy, it seems it'll let up, but Please, you got to your head up