Verse 1:Some say the blacker the berry the sweeter the juice, i say the darker the flesh than the deeper the roots, i give a holla to my sisters on welfare, tupac cares if dont nobody else care, i know they like to beat you down alot, when they come around the block brothers clown alot, but please dont cry, dry your eyes, never let up, forgive but dont forget, girl keep your head up, and when he tells you you aint nothing dont believe him and if he cant learn to love than you should leave him, cuz sister you dont need him, and i aint tryin to gas ya up i just called up to see, you know it 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 names from a woman and i came from a woman, i wonder why we take from our women, why we rape our women, do we hate our women? i think its time to kill for our women, time to heal our women, be real to our women, and if we dont we'll have a race of babies, who will hate the ladies, that make the babies, and since a man cant 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 you head up!
X2 Chorus:oooh child things are gonna get easier, oooh child things will get brighter.
Verse2:I remember Marvin Gaye used to sing to me, he had me feelin like black was the thing to be, and suddenly the ghetto didnt seem so tough, we thought we had it rough, we always had enough, i huff and puff about my cerfew and broke the rules, ran with the local crew and had a smoke or two, i realize mama nearly paid the price, she nearly gave her life to raise me right, and all i had to give her was my pipe dream of how i'd rock the mic and make it to the bright screen, im tryin to make a dollar outta 15 cent, its hard to be legit and still pay your rent, im headin for the pen, i try to find my friends but they blowin in the wind, last night my buddie lost his whole family, its gonna take the man in me to conquor this insanity, it seems the rain'll never let up, i try to keep my head up and still keep from getting wetter, you know its funny when it rains in pours, they got money for wars but cant feed the poor, said it aint hope for the youth and the truth is there aint no hope for the future, and they wonder why we crazy, i blame my mother for turnin my brother into a crack baby, we aint meant to survive cuz its a set up and even though your fed up, you gotta keep your head up!
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Verse 3:And to all the ladies havin babies on ya own, i know its kinda rough and u feelin all alone, daddies long gone and he left you by your lonesome, thank the lord for my kids even if aint nobody else want em, cuz i think we can make it, in fact im sure, aint nuthin worse when your son wants to know why his daddy dont love him no mo, you cant complain you was dealt this hell of a hand, without a man, feelin helpless, because too many things for you to deal with, dyin inside but outside u lookin fearless, while the tears is rollin down ya cheeks, you steady hopin things go all down this week, cuz if it didnt you couldnt take it, and dont blame me i was given this world, i didnt make it, now my sons gettin older and older and cold from havin the world on his shoulders, while the rich kids is drivin benz im still tryin to hold on to survivin friends, and its crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but please you gotta keep your head up!