[Verse 3:] And uhh To all the ladies havin babies on they own I know its kinda rough and youre feelin all alone Daddys 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, Im sure And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more Cause aint nuttin worse than when your son Wants to kno why his daddy dont love him no mo You cant complain you was dealt this Hell of a hand without a man, feelin helpless Because theres too many things for you to deal with Dying inside, but outside youre looking fearless While tears, is rollin down your cheeks Ya steady hopin things dont all down this week Cause if it did, you couldnt take it, and dont blame me I was given this world I didnt make it And now my sons getten older and older and cold From havin the world on his shoulders While the rich kids is drivin Benz Im still tryin to hold on to survivin friends And its crazy, it seems itll never let up, but Please... you got to keep your head up Tupac
Posted on: Sat, 08 Nov 2014 14:01:16 +0000