Keep Ya Head Up

Lil' some' for my godson Elijah, and a lil' girl named Corin

Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker the flesh, then the deeper the roots (oh)
I give a holla to my sisters on welfare
2Pac cares if don't nobody else care (oh)

And, uh, I know they like to beat you down a lot
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 ya 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, sister, you don't need him
And I ain't tryna gas you up, I just call 'em how I see 'em (you don't need him)

You know what makes me unhappy? (What's that?)
When brothers make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman (yeah, yeah)

I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women? (Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?)
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 (oh, yeah-yeah)
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

(Keep ya head up) ooh, child, things are gonna get easier
(Keep-keep ya head up) ooh, child, things'll get brighter
(Oh-oh, keep ya head up) ooh, child, things are gonna get easier
(Keep-keep ya head up) ooh, child, things'll get brighter

Ayo, 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
I realize mama really paid the price
She nearly gave her life to raise me right (oh, yeah-yeah)

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 tryna make a dollar outta 15 cent
It's hard to be legit and still pay your rent

And in the end, it seems I'm headin' for the pen'
I try to 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 (oh, no, no, no)

It seems the rain'll never let up
I try to keep my head up and still keep from gettin' wet up, huh
You know, it's funny, when it rains it pours
They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor

Said it 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, huh
I blame my mother for turnin' my brother into a crack baby
We ain't meant to survive 'cause it's a set-up
And even though you're fed up, huh, you gotta

(Keep ya head up) ooh, child, things are gonna get easier
(Keep-keep ya head up) ooh, child, things'll get brighter
(Oh-oh, keep ya head up) ooh, child, things are gonna get easier
(Keep-keep ya head up) ooh, child, things'll get brighter

And, uh, 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 your lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids even if nobody else want 'em (she all by herself)

'Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure
And if you fall, stand tall and come back for more (oh-oh)
'Cause ain't nothin' 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 (I know you were)
Because there's too many things for you to deal with
Dyin' inside, but outside you're lookin' fearless

While the tears is rollin' down your cheek
You're steady hopin' things don't all fall this week (yeah)
'Cause if it did, you couldn't take it (yeah)
And don't blame me, I was given this world, I didn't make it (oh, yeah)

And now my son's gettin' older and older
And cold from havin' the world on his shoulders
While the rich kids is drivin' Benz
I'm still tryna hold on to survivin' friends (oh, yeah)
And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up
But, huh, please, you gotta keep your head up