Lyric

Artist: 2Pac

Album: Greatest Hits

Song: Keep Ya Head Up

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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.


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