Lyric

Artist: 2Pac

Album: Greatest Hits

Song: Keep Ya Head Up

Homepage: http://hem.passagen.se/deathrow/

Little something for my god son Elija and a little girl named Koreem

Some say tha Blacker tha berry
Tha sweeter tha juice
I say, tha darker tha flesh and tha deeper tha roots
I give a hollar to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, but don't nobody else care
I know they like ta beat ya down a lot
And when ya come around tha block brothers clown a lot
But please don't cry, dry ya 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 ta love ya, you should leave him
Cuz sister you don't need him
I ain't tryin ta gash up, but I just callem how I see 'em
Ya know what makes me unhappy
When brothers make babies
And leave a young mother ta be a pappy
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman
And out 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 ta kill for our women
Time ta heal our women
Be real to our women
And if we don't
We'll have a race of babies
That hate tha ladies that make tha babies
And since a man can't make one
He has no right ta tell a woman when and where ta create one
So will tha real men get up
I know your fed up ladies
But keep ya head up

Oooooh child things are gonna get easier
Oooooh child things are gonna get brighter
Oooooh child things are gonna get easier
Oooooh child things are gonna get brighter

I remember Marvin Gay, usta sing ta me
He had me feelin like black was tha thing ta be
And suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tuff
I thought we had it rough, we always had enough
I often huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke tha rules
Ran with tha local crew and had a smoke or two
And realize momma really paid tha price
She nearly gave her life, ta raise me right
And all I had ta give her was my pipe dreams
Of how i'd rock tha mic and make it to tha big screen
I'm tryin ta make a dollar out of fifteen cents
It's hard ta be legit and still pay tha rent
And in tha end it seems i'm headin for tha penn
I try and find my friends, but they're blowin in tha wind
Last night my buddy lost his whole family
It's gonna take tha man in me
Ta conquer this insanity
It seems tha rain will never let up
I try ta Keep My Head Up and still keep from getting wet up
You know it's funny when it rains it pours
They got money for wars, but can't feed tha poor
Sad there ain't no hope for tha youth and tha truth is
There ain't no hope for tha future
And then they wonder why we crazy
I blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack baby
We ain't meant ta survive, cause it's a setup
And even though ya fed up
Ya got ta Keep Ya

Ballad

Ballad"The Secret Letter"by Elizabeth Santos from Pottstown, PAe-mail: escheffey@aol.com


Among the cobwebbed attic treasures Memories of yester year Books and pictures, notes well weathered Some brought laughter, some brought tears She rummaged through the souvenirs For hours and hours in reminisce Childhood friends and high school proms Her first real date, her first real kiss Then she stumbled on a box Of keepsakes from her mother's dayLittle secret well-kept treasures Opened now to light of day She read the letters from her father Words of love that brought her tears She walked back through her mother's youth Recapturing the long lost years One more letter left unopened At the bottom of the box She sat and stared at it in wonder Brushing back her golden locks Dare she read the secret letter From her mother's unknown youth This box of treasures kindly quenching Thirst for knowledge of the truth She tore the envelope wide open Pulled the letter from inside And in the musty attic air She read it slowly as she cried It was a letter full of love Not written in her father's hand Addressed "Dear Rosebud" at the top A letter from another man It told of his undying love And promised her that he would be Beside her always in this life And ever through eternity The letter was unsigned of course And barely finished in its haste The ink was stained with tear drops Of a love that now had gone to waste She'd had a vision of her mother Only seen in photographs And always looking like an angel Full of love and joyful laughs And now the vision had been shattered Now the truth had been exposed A letter to a "Rosebud"And her mother was the lovely rose She took the letter to her fatherAnd through her tears revealed the truth Her mother had another love The mother that she never knew Her father tearfully then nodded Trembling as he read the page He said sometimes the written word Reveals the truth from age to age He held her tight and said these words This secret I already knewThis letter's in your mother's hand The "Rosebud", darling, it was you.


http://www.silentwords.com/BalladPoems/secretletter.html

Free Verse

My Love For You

Tell the wind to stop blowing, tell my mind
to stop thinking, throw a rock in the ocean
and tell it to stop sinking, tell the sky to stop
looking blue, because all it’s saying is for me to
stop loving you.


By: Chris

Sonnet

Categories:	Basketball Poetry & Sonnets Poetry
Author:	Maclen Jacob Zilber, USA	Rate Not RatedAverageGoodGreatExcellentUnbelievable
Poem	A BASKETBALL SONNET	Poem Viewed 17562 times
	Source: www.poemhunter.com/sonnet/poems Oh to be there when Celts and Lakers reigned Every player played his best with Larry The limits of hoop wizardry were strained Watching Magic with the ball was scary Worthy and Cooper, Magic and Kareem Parish, Bird and Ainge, Kevin McHale The way they dished the rock out was supreme They played as one and oh the ball would sail The Lakers won five ships just for some fun And Larry won three rings for his own team But taken from the league by ninety-one Were Magic, Larry and of course Kareem So Detroit won in nineteen eighty-nine And so ended the age that was divine

Epitaph

Hey Mrs Basham this is my epitaph.

Thank you for all the love you gave me.There could be no one stronger.Thank you for the many beautiful songs.They will live long and longer.

Hank WilliamsR.I.P
http://www.famousquotes.me.uk/epitaphs/22.htm

Free Verse

Hey Mrs.Basham her is my Free Verse for tmrws hmw.

Not easy

This is a sport where you run up and down the court. This is agame of speed and skill and where you run some painful drills.This is a game of luck, skill, concentrated power, and will. It’s a little bit pleasure, but mostly all game, if you give one hundred percent then they’ll remember your name.Its fun but you can get hurt. It’s a very tough sport. So one quick reminder, if you cant take the pain don’t play the game.

By: Chris
Type: FREE VERSE

Lyric

Hey Mrs. Basham this is my lyric poem.

Dreaming of You

Late at night when all the world is sleeping I stay up and think of you And I wish on a star that somewhere you areThinking of me too Cause I’m dreaming of you tonight Till tomorrow, I’ll be holding you tight And there’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be Than here in my room dreaming about you and me Wonder if you ever see me and i Wonder if you know I’m there (am I there, am i? )If you looked in my eyes would you see what’s inside Would you even care? I just wanna hold you close but so farAll I have are dreams of you So I wait for the day (wait for the day)To take the courage to say how much I love youYes I do I’ll be dreaming of you tonight Till tomorrow, I’ll be holding you tight And there’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be Than here in my room dreaming about you and me Corazón No puedo dejar de pensar en ti Como te necesito Mi amor, como te extraño(translation:SweetheartI can’t stop thinking of you How I need you My love, how I miss you)Late at night when all the world is sleeping I stay up and think of you And I still can’t believe That you came up to me and said I love you I love you too Now I’m dreaming with you tonight Till tomorrow (till tomorrow) and for all of my life And there’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be Than here in my room Dreaming with you endlessly.



Chris Higgins
\Author: Selena Quintanilla
Type: Lyric
Source: http://www.poemhunter.com/song/dreaming-of-you
January 28, 2007 9:11 AM