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 dont 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 dont cry, dry your eyes, never let up Forgive but dont forget, girl keep your head up And when he tells you you aint nuttin dont believe him And if he cant learn to love you you should leave him Cause sista you dont need him And I aint tryin to gas ya up, I just call em how I see em You know it makes me unhappy (whats 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 its time to kill for our women Time to heal our women, be real to our women And if we dont well have a race of babies That will hate the ladies, that make the babies And since a man cant 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 youre fed up ladies, but keep your head up Lubna Mrl
Posted on: Mon, 28 Oct 2013 09:17:26 +0000
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