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Little somethin for my godson Elijah and a little girl namedCorrine
Verse One:
Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots
I give a holler to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, and 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, 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 apappy
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
Ooooh child things are gonna get easier
Ooooh child things are gonna get brighter
Ooooh child things are gonna get easier
Ooooh 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 survivin friends
And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but
please... you got to keep your head up
Poco de algo para mi ahijado Elías y una niña namedCorrine
Verso uno:
Algunos dicen que la más negra de la baya, más dulce es el jugo
Yo digo que el más oscuro de la carne, entonces el más profundas las raíces
Doy un grito a mis hermanas en el bienestar
Tupac le importa y no otra cosa que nadie cuidados
Y uhh, sé que les gusta a batir ya abajo un montón
Cuando se llega alrededor de los hermanos de bloques payaso mucho
Pero por favor no llores, seca tus ojos, nunca deje hasta
Perdona, pero no se olvide, muchacha mantener la cabeza erguida
Y cuando te dice que no es Nuttin no le creas
Y si no puede aprender a querer que usted debe dejarlo
sista Porque usted no lo necesita
Y no es tratando al gas ya arriba, sólo llamo em como veo em
Usted sabe que me hace infeliz (¿qué es eso)
Cuando brothas hacen los bebés, y dejan una madre joven para ser apappy
Y ya que todos venimos de una mujer
Nos dieron nuestro nombre de una mujer y nuestro juego de una mujer
Me pregunto por qué tomamos de nuestras mujeres
¿Por qué nos violamos nuestras mujeres, qué odiamos a nuestras mujeres?
Creo que es tiempo para matar a nuestras mujeres
Tiempo de curar nuestras mujeres, ya sea real para nuestras mujeres
Y si no nos vamos a tener una carrera de bebés
Eso va a odiar a las mujeres, que hacen t
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
2 Pac
Keep Ya Head Up
Keep Ya Head Up
Little somethin for my godson Elijah and a little girl namedCorrine
Verse One:
Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots
I give a holler to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, and 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, 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 apappy
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
Ooooh child things are gonna get easier
Ooooh child things are gonna get brighter
Ooooh child things are gonna get easier
Ooooh 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 survivin friends
And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but
please... you got to keep your head up
2 Pac
Keep Ya Head Up
Keep Ya Head Up
Poco de algo para mi ahijado Elías y una niña namedCorrine
Verso uno:
Algunos dicen que la más negra de la baya, más dulce es el jugo
Yo digo que el más oscuro de la carne, entonces el más profundas las raíces
Doy un grito a mis hermanas en el bienestar
Tupac le importa y no otra cosa que nadie cuidados
Y uhh, sé que les gusta a batir ya abajo un montón
Cuando se llega alrededor de los hermanos de bloques payaso mucho
Pero por favor no llores, seca tus ojos, nunca deje hasta
Perdona, pero no se olvide, muchacha mantener la cabeza erguida
Y cuando te dice que no es Nuttin no le creas
Y si no puede aprender a querer que usted debe dejarlo
sista Porque usted no lo necesita
Y no es tratando al gas ya arriba, sólo llamo em como veo em
Usted sabe que me hace infeliz (¿qué es eso)
Cuando brothas hacen los bebés, y dejan una madre joven para ser apappy
Y ya que todos venimos de una mujer
Nos dieron nuestro nombre de una mujer y nuestro juego de una mujer
Me pregunto por qué tomamos de nuestras mujeres
¿Por qué nos violamos nuestras mujeres, qué odiamos a nuestras mujeres?
Creo que es tiempo para matar a nuestras mujeres
Tiempo de curar nuestras mujeres, ya sea real para nuestras mujeres
Y si no nos vamos a tener una carrera de bebés
Eso va a odiar a las mujeres, que hacen t
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
