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Little something for my god son Elija and a little girl named Koreem
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Some say tha Blacker tha berry
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Tha sweeter tha juice
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I say, tha darker tha flesh and tha deeper tha roots
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I give a hollar to my sisters on welfare
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Tupac cares, but don't nobody else care
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I know they like ta beat ya down a lot
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And when ya come around tha block brothers clown a lot
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But please don't cry, dry ya eyes
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Never let up
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Forgive but don't forget girl keep ya head up
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And when he tells you you ain't nothin
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Don't believe him
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And if he can't learn ta love ya, you should leave him
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Cuz sister you don't need him
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I ain't tryin ta gash up, but I just callem how I see 'em
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Ya know what makes me unhappy
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When brothers make babies
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And leave a young mother ta be a pappy
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And since we all came from a woman
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Got our name from a woman
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And out game from a woman
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I wonder why we take from our women
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Why we rape our women
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Do we hate our women ?
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I think it's time ta kill for our women
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Time ta heal our women
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Be real to our women
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And if we don't
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We'll have a race of babies
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That hate tha ladies that make tha babies
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And since a man can't make one
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He has no right ta tell a woman when and where ta create one
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So will tha real men get up
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I know your fed up ladies
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But keep ya head up
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Oooooh child things are gonna get easier
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Oooooh child things are gonna get brighter
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Oooooh child things are gonna get easier
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Oooooh child things are gonna get brighter
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I remember Marvin Gay, usta sing ta me
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He had me feelin like black was tha thing ta be
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And suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tuff
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I thought we had it rough, we always had enough
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I often huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke tha rules
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Ran with tha local crew and had a smoke or two
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And realize momma really paid tha price
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She nearly gave her life, ta raise me right
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And all I had ta give her was my pipe dreams
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Of how i'd rock tha mic and make it to tha big screen
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I'm tryin ta make a dollar out of fifteen cents
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It's hard ta be legit and still pay tha rent
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And in tha end it seems i'm headin for tha penn
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I try and find my friends, but they're blowin in tha wind
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Last night my buddy lost his whole family
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It's gonna take tha man in me
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Ta conquer this insanity
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It seems tha rain will never let up
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I try ta Keep My Head Up and still keep from getting wet up
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You know it's funny when it rains it pours
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They got money for wars, but can't feed tha poor
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Sad there ain't no hope for tha youth and tha truth is
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There ain't no hope for tha future
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And then they wonder why we crazy
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I blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack baby
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We ain't meant ta survive, cause it's a setup
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And even though ya fed up
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Ya got ta Keep Ya
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Keep Ya Head Up
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