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Little somethin for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corrine
Verse One:
Some say the blacker the berry, the the juice
I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots
I give a holler to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, if don't nobody else care
And uhh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot
When you come around the block brothers clown a lot
But please don't cry, dry your eyes, let up
Forgive but don't forget, girl your head up
And when he you you ain't nuttin don't believe him
And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him
sista you don't him
And I ain't tryin to gas ya up, I call em how I see em
You know it makes me unhappy (what's that)
When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?
I it's 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 will the ladies, that make the babies
And since a man can't make one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will the men get up
I know you're fed up ladies, but your up
Chorus
Ooooh child things are gonna get easier
Ooooh child things are gonna get brighter
Ooooh child things are gonna get easier
Ooooh things are gonna get brighter
Verse Two:
Aiyyo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to sing ta me
He had me feelin like black was tha thing to be
And suddenly tha ghetto didn't so tough
And though we had it rough, we always had enough
I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules
Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two
And I realize momma really paid the price
She nearly gave her life, to raise me right
And all I had ta give her was my pipe dream
Of how I'd rock the mic, and make it to tha bright screen
I'm tryin to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
It's hard 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 in the wind
Last night my buddy lost his whole family
It's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity
It seems tha rain'll never let up
I try to keep my head up, and still keep from gettin wet up
You know it's funny when it rains and pours
They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor
They say there ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is
ain't no for tha future
And then they why we crazy
I blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack baby
We ain't meant to survive, cause it's a setup
And though you're fed up
Huh, ya got to your head up
Chorus
Verse Three:
And uhh
To all the ladies havin babies on they own
I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin all alone
Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want em
I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure
And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more
Cause ain't nuttin worse when your son
wants to kno why his daddy don't him no mo'
You can't complain you was dealt this
hell of a hand without a man, feelin helpless
Because there's too things for you to deal with
Dying inside, but outside you're looking fearless
While tears, is rollin down your cheeks
Ya steady hopin things don't all down this week
Cause if it did, you couldn't take it, and don't blame me
I was given this world I didn't make it
And now my son's getten and older and cold
From havin the world on his shoulders
While the rich is drivin Benz
I'm tryin to hold on to survivin friends
And it's crazy, it seems it'll let up, but
please... you got to keep your up
Verse One:
Some say the blacker the berry, the the juice
I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots
I give a holler to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, if don't nobody else care
And uhh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot
When you come around the block brothers clown a lot
But please don't cry, dry your eyes, let up
Forgive but don't forget, girl your head up
And when he you you ain't nuttin don't believe him
And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him
sista you don't him
And I ain't tryin to gas ya up, I call em how I see em
You know it makes me unhappy (what's that)
When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?
I it's 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 will the ladies, that make the babies
And since a man can't make one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will the men get up
I know you're fed up ladies, but your up
Chorus
Ooooh child things are gonna get easier
Ooooh child things are gonna get brighter
Ooooh child things are gonna get easier
Ooooh things are gonna get brighter
Verse Two:
Aiyyo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to sing ta me
He had me feelin like black was tha thing to be
And suddenly tha ghetto didn't so tough
And though we had it rough, we always had enough
I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules
Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two
And I realize momma really paid the price
She nearly gave her life, to raise me right
And all I had ta give her was my pipe dream
Of how I'd rock the mic, and make it to tha bright screen
I'm tryin to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
It's hard 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 in the wind
Last night my buddy lost his whole family
It's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity
It seems tha rain'll never let up
I try to keep my head up, and still keep from gettin wet up
You know it's funny when it rains and pours
They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor
They say there ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is
ain't no for tha future
And then they why we crazy
I blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack baby
We ain't meant to survive, cause it's a setup
And though you're fed up
Huh, ya got to your head up
Chorus
Verse Three:
And uhh
To all the ladies havin babies on they own
I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin all alone
Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want em
I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure
And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more
Cause ain't nuttin worse when your son
wants to kno why his daddy don't him no mo'
You can't complain you was dealt this
hell of a hand without a man, feelin helpless
Because there's too things for you to deal with
Dying inside, but outside you're looking fearless
While tears, is rollin down your cheeks
Ya steady hopin things don't all down this week
Cause if it did, you couldn't take it, and don't blame me
I was given this world I didn't make it
And now my son's getten and older and cold
From havin the world on his shoulders
While the rich is drivin Benz
I'm tryin to hold on to survivin friends
And it's crazy, it seems it'll let up, but
please... you got to keep your up
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