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Keep Ya Head Up
Performed by: 2Pac
Album: Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z...
Track #: 11
Just a little something for my god son Elija and a little girl named Koreem
Some say the blacker the berry
Tha sweeter the juice
I say, the darker the flesh and the deeper the roots
I give a hollar to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, but don't nobody else care
I know they like to beat ya down a lot
And when ya come around the 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 to love ya, you should leave him
Cuz sister you don't need him
I ain't tryin to gash up, I just callem how I see 'em (you don't need them)
Ya know what makes me unhappy
When brothers 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 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 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 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 your fed up ladies
But keep ya head up
[Chorus] x2
Ooh child things are gonna get easier
Ooh child things'll get brighter
I remember Marvin Gaye, used to sing to me
He had me feelin like black was the thing to be
And suddenly the ghetto didn't seem so tough
I thought we had it rough, we always had enough
I often huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules
Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or two
And realize momma really paid the price
She nearly gave her life, to raise me right
And all I had to give her was my pipe dreams
Of how I'd rock the mic and make it to the big screen
I'm tryin to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
It's hard to be legit and still pay the rent
And in the end it seems I'm headin for the penn
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 the rain will never let up
I try to 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 the poor
Sad there ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is
There ain't no hope for the 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 ya fed up
Ya got to Keep Ya Head Up
[Chorus]
And ah... To all the ladies haveing babies on they own
I know it's kinda ruff and ya feeling all alone
Daddies long gone and he left ya by your lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids even if nobody else want them
Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure
And if we all fall
Stand tall and comback for more
Cause there ain't nothin worse
Than when your son wants to know why his daddy don't love him no more
Ya can't complain, you was dealt this
Hell of a hand without a man, feeling helpless
Because there's too many things for you to deal with
Dying inside, but outside your looking fearless
While tears is rollin down your cheeks
Ya steady hopen things don't fall this week
Cause if it did, ya couldn't take it
And don't blame me
I was given this world I didn't make it
And now my sons gettin older and older and cold
From haven the world on his shoulders
While the rich kids is drivin' Benzs
I'm still tryin to hold on to my survivin' friends
And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but
Please, ya got to keep ya head up!
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