Little somethin for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corinne 

Verse One: 

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 your head up 
And when he tells you you ain't nuttin 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 

Chorus 

Keep ya head up, oooo child things are gonna get easier 
ooooo child things are gonna get brighter (2x) 

Verse Two: 

Aiyyo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to sing ta me 
He had me feelin like black was tha thing to be 
And suddenly tha 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 ta give her was my pipe dream 
Of how I'd rock the mic, and make it to tha bright screen 
I'm tryin to make a dollar out of fifteen cents 
It's hard to be legit and still pay tha 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 tha rain'll 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 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 to survive, cause it's a setup 
And even though you're fed up 
Huh, ya got to keep your head up 

Chorus 

Verse Three: 

And uhh 
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 nuttin worse than when your son 
wants to kno why his daddy don't love him no mo' 
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 hopin 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 getten older and older and cold 
From havin the world on his shoulders 
While the rich kids is drivin Benz 
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