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
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 nothin', 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
Hey yo, 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 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 the rain will 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 the 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 Ya got to keep your head up
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 nothing 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 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 hoping 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 getting older and older and cold From having the world on his shoulders
While the rich kids is drivin' Benz's 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
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Born Tupac Amaru Shakur on June 16th, 1971 in Brooklyn, New York City, New York, USA, 2Pac left behind an incredible legacy in his 25 years. When 2pac was a teenager, his mother moved the family to North California (Marin and Oakland). Tupac was shot in Las Vegas on September 8th, 1996 (the second attempt on his life) and died days later on September 13th. As a pioneer of the controversial "Gangster Rap" genre, he passionately represented "California" and brought hip-hop to the mainstream with the "West Coast vs. East Coast" (California vs. New York) rivalry.
His 1996 album, All Eyes on Me, has sold over 10 million copies. I cannot stress how many white girls got buck-wild on the dance floors to How Do You Want It!
I remember on the evening of his death, the most respected 10 'o clock news in the San Francisco Bay Area (KTVU Channel 2 news) played the video, "I Ain't Mad at Cha", as a tribute to the most controversial and influential rapper that ever lived. In my opinion, "Gangster Rap" died with the murder of 2pac and was sealed with the retaliating murder of Notorious B.I.G in 1998.
- Wilson / RACINGMIX January 29, 2004
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