I try and find my friends, but they're blowin' in the wind It's hard to be legit and still pay your rentĪnd in the end it seems I'm headin' for tha pen I'm tryin' to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
Of how I'd rock the mic, and make it to tha bright screen She nearly gave her life, to raise me rightĪnd all I had to give her was my pipe dream Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or twoĪnd I realize momma really paid the price I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules He had me feelin' like black was tha thing to beĪnd suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so toughĪnd though we had it rough, we always had enough Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things'll get brighterĪiyyo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to sing to me Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things are gonna get easier I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one That will hate the ladies, that make the babies Time to heal our women, be real to our womenĪnd if we don't we'll have a race of babies Why we rape our women, do we hate our women? Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy You know it makes me unhappy (What's that) When you come around the block brothas clown a lotīut please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let upįorgive but don't forget, girl keep your head upĪnd when he tells you you ain't nuttin' don't believe himĪnd if he can't learn to love you, you should leave himĪnd I ain't tryin' to gas ya up, I just call 'em how I see 'em I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the rootsĪnd uh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice Little somethin' for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corinne
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