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
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 ain't nothin'
Don't believe him
And if he can't learn to love you
You should leave him
'Coz 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 R**e our women do we hate our women
I think it's time to k**l 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 ya head up
Keep ya head up ooo
Child things are gonna get easier
Ooo child things are gonna get brighter
Keep ya head up ooo
Child things are gonna get easier
Ooo child things are gonna get brighter
Aiyyo 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 the pen
I try and find my friends