Keep Ya Head Up

作词 : Roger Troutman/2Pac/Stan Vincent/Daryl Anderson

作曲 : Roger Troutman/2Pac/Stan Vincent/Daryl Anderson

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

Chorus

Eeewww child things are gonna get easier

Eeewww child things are gonna get brighter

Eeewww child things are gonna get easier

Eeewww 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 head up