Little somethin' for my godson Elijah and a little girl Corinne
say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice I say the darker the flesh 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 you come around the block brothas clown a lot But please don't cry, dry 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 learn to love you you should leave him Cause sista you 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 leave a young mother to be a And since we all came from a Got our name from a woman and our game from a I wonder why we take from our Why we rape our women, do we our women? 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 race of 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 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 things are gonna get brighter
Keep ya head up, ooh child things are gonna get Ooh child are gonna get brighter
Aiyyo, I remember Marvin Gaye, to sing ta me He had me feelin' like black was tha to be And suddenly tha ghetto seem so tough And we had it rough, we always had enough I huffed and puffed my curfew and broke the rules Ran with the crew, and had a smoke or two And I realize 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 rock the mic, and it to tha bright screen I'm tryin' to make a out of fifteen cents It's to be legit 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 night my buddy lost his whole It's gonna take the man in me to this insanity It seems tha rain'll 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 can't the poor Say there no hope for the youth and the truth is It ain't no for tha future And then they why we crazy I blame my mother, for my brother into a crack baby We ain't meant to survive, cause a setup And even you're fed up Huh, ya got to keep head 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 you're 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 it, in fact, I'm sure And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for Cause ain't nothin' than when your son to kno' why his daddy don't love him no mo' You can't complain you was this Hell of a hand without a man, helpless Because too many things for you to deal with Dying inside, but outside looking fearless While tears, is rollin' down your Ya steady hopin' things don't all this week Cause if it did, you couldn't take it, and blame me I was given this world I didn't 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 keep your up