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