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by 2Pac
# Debut Chart
7 Jun '93 R&B
12 Oct '93 Hot 100


Little something for my godson Elijah And a little girl named Corinne Some say the blacker the berry The sweeter the juice I say the darker the flesh And the deeper the roots I give a holler To my sisters on welfare Tupac cares if don't Nobody else care I know they like To beat you down a lot And 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 nothing Don't believe him And if he can't learn to love you You should leave him 'Cause, sister You don't need him And I ain't trying to gash up I just call 'em how I seem You know what makes me unhappy When brothers make baby's 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 baby's That will hate the ladies That make the baby's 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 ya head up [CHORUS] (Keep your head up) Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier (Keep your head up) Ooh, child, things'll get brighter (Keep your head up) Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier (Keep your head up) Ooh, child, things'll get brighter I remember Marvin' Gaye Used to sing to me He had me feeling 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 trying 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 heading for the pen I try and find my friends But they blowing in the wind Last night, my buddy Lost his whole family It's gonna take tha man in me Ta conquer this insanity It seems the rain'll never let up I try to keep my head up And still keep from getting wet 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

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We ain't meant to survive 'Cause it's a setup And even though you fed up You got to keep your head up [repeat CHORUS] And, uh, to all the ladies Having baby's on they own I know it's kinda rough And you're feeling all alone Daddy's long gone and He left you by your lonesome Thank tha lord for my kids Even if nobody else want 'em 'Cause I think we can make it In fact, for sure And if you fall, stand tall And come back for more 'Cause there ain't nothing worse Than when your son wants to know Why his daddy don't love him no more You 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 You're looking fearless While the tears is rolling Down your cheeks You're steady hoping things Don't fall down this week 'Cause if they 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 getting Older and older and cold From having the world On his shoulders While the rich kids Is driving Benz I'm still trying to hold on To surviving friends And it's crazy It seems it'll never let up But please You got to hold your head up


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