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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 sweeter the juice
I say the darker the then the the roots
I give a holler to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, if don't else care
And uhh, I know they like to ya down a lot
When you come around the block brothers clown a lot
But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up
but don't forget, girl keep your head up
And when he tells you you ain't nuttin don't believe him
And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him
Cause sista you don't him
And I ain't tryin to gas ya up, I just call em how I see em
You know it makes me unhappy (what's that)
brothas make babies, and 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 from our women
Why we rape our women, do we our women?
I think it's time to kill for our women
Time to heal our women, be real to our women
And if we don't we'll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies, that make the babies
And since a man can't make one
He has no right to tell a woman and where to one
So will the real men get up
I you're fed up ladies, but keep up
Chorus
Ooooh child things are gonna get easier
Ooooh things are gonna get brighter
Ooooh child things are gonna get easier
Ooooh child things are 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 seem 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 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 seems I'm headin for tha pen
I try and find my friends, but they're blowin in the wind
Last night my buddy lost his whole family
It's gonna take the man in me to this insanity
It 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 and the truth is
there ain't no hope for tha future
And then they 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 setup
And even though you're fed up
Huh, ya got to keep 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 gone and he you by ya lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want em
Cause I we can make it, in fact, I'm sure
And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more
Cause ain't nuttin worse than 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 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 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 older and and cold
havin the world on his shoulders
While the rich kids is Benz
I'm still tryin to hold on to survivin friends
And it's crazy, it it'll never let up, but
please... you got to your head up
Verse One:
Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker the then the the roots
I give a holler to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, if don't else care
And uhh, I know they like to ya down a lot
When you come around the block brothers clown a lot
But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up
but don't forget, girl keep your head up
And when he tells you you ain't nuttin don't believe him
And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him
Cause sista you don't him
And I ain't tryin to gas ya up, I just call em how I see em
You know it makes me unhappy (what's that)
brothas make babies, and 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 from our women
Why we rape our women, do we our women?
I think it's time to kill for our women
Time to heal our women, be real to our women
And if we don't we'll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies, that make the babies
And since a man can't make one
He has no right to tell a woman and where to one
So will the real men get up
I you're fed up ladies, but keep up
Chorus
Ooooh child things are gonna get easier
Ooooh things are gonna get brighter
Ooooh child things are gonna get easier
Ooooh child things are 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 seem 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 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 seems I'm headin for tha pen
I try and find my friends, but they're blowin in the wind
Last night my buddy lost his whole family
It's gonna take the man in me to this insanity
It 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 and the truth is
there ain't no hope for tha future
And then they 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 setup
And even though you're fed up
Huh, ya got to keep 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 gone and he you by ya lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want em
Cause I we can make it, in fact, I'm sure
And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more
Cause ain't nuttin worse than 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 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 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 older and and cold
havin the world on his shoulders
While the rich kids is Benz
I'm still tryin to hold on to survivin friends
And it's crazy, it it'll never let up, but
please... you got to your head up
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