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, if don't nobody else care
And uh, 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
You know it makes me unhappy
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
Heal our women, be real to our women
Cause 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
Things are gonna get easier
Ooh child things are gonna get brighter
Keep ya head up,
Things are gonna get easier
Ooh child things are gonna get brighter
Writer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Roger Troutman, Daryl L. Anderson, Stan Vincent
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