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    Something for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corinne.

    Verse One:

    Some say that the darker is the sweetest fruit, is its juice
    I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the ro
    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 brothas clown a lot
    But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up
    Forgive 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 need 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)
    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 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 when and where to create one
    So will the real men get up
    I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up

    Chorus

    (keep your head up)
    Eeewww child things are gonna get easier
    (keep your head up)
    Eeewww child things are gonna get brighter
    (keep your head up)
    Eeewww child things are gonna get easier
    (keep your head up)
    Eeewww child 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 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 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 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 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 it pours
    They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor
    Say there ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is
    it ain't no hope for tha future
    And then they wonder 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 even though you're fed up
    Huh, ya got to keep 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
    Cause 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 than when your son
    wants to kno why his daddy don't love him no mo'
    You can't complain you was dealt this
    hell of a hand without a man, feelin helpless
    Because there's too many 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 older and older and cold
    From havin the world on his shoulders
    While the rich kids is drivin Benz
    I'm still tryin to hold on to my survivin friends
    And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but
    please... you got to keep your head up

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