Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker the flesh, then the deeper the roots
I give a holler to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, and don't nobody else care
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 your head up
And when he tells you you ain't nothin', 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 brothas 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
Hey yo, 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
And though we had it rough, we always had enough
I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules
Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two
And I 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 dream
Of how I'd rock the mic, and make it to the bright 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 tha pen
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 gettin' wet up
You know it's funny, when it rains it pours
They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor
Say there ain't no hope for the youth
and the truth is it 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 you're fed up
Ya got to keep your head up
To all the ladies havin' babies on they own
I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin' all alone
Daddy's long gone and he left you by 'ya lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want 'em
'Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure
And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more
Cause 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, feelin' helpless
Because there's too many things for you to deal with
Dying inside, but outside you're looking fearless
While tears, is rollin down your cheeks
Ya steady hoping things don't all down this week
Cause if it 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 drivin' Benz's
I'm still tryin' to hold on to my survivin' friends
And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up
but please...you got to keep your head up
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Born Tupac Amaru Shakur on
June 16th, 1971 in Brooklyn, New York City, New York, USA, 2Pac left
behind an incredible legacy in his 25 years. When 2pac was a teenager,
his mother moved the family to North California (Marin and
Oakland). Tupac was shot in Las Vegas
on September 8th, 1996 (the second attempt on his life) and died days
later on September 13th. As a pioneer of the controversial
"Gangster Rap" genre, he passionately represented
"California" and brought hip-hop to the mainstream with the
"West Coast vs. East Coast" (California vs. New York) rivalry.
His 1996 album, All Eyes on Me, has sold over 10 million copies. I cannot stress how many white girls got buck-wild on the dance floors
to How Do You Want It!
I remember on the evening of his death, the most respected 10 'o clock
news in the San Francisco Bay Area (KTVU Channel 2 news) played the
video, "I Ain't Mad at Cha", as a tribute to the most
controversial and influential rapper that ever lived. In my opinion,
"Gangster Rap" died with the murder of 2pac and was sealed
with the retaliating murder of Notorious B.I.G in 1998.
- Wilson / RACINGMIX January 29, 2004
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