Little somethin for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corinne
Verse 1:
Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots
I give a hollar to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, if don't nobody else care
And uhh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot
When you come around the block brothas clown a lot
But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up
Forgive but don't forget, girl keep ya head up
And when he tells you you aint 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 brotha's 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 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
Eeewww child things are gonna get easier
Eeewww child thingh, I coud make it safe and clean,
If only I was sure that your head on the door was a dream,
I've waited hours for this,
Made myself so sick I wished I'd stayed
Asleep today,
Never thought this day would end,
Never thought tonight could ever be
So close to me,
Well if I had your faith, I could make it safe and clean
If only I was sure that your head on the door was a dream
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