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2Pac - Keep Ya Head Up
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Little something for my god son Elija and a little girl named KoreemSome say tha Blacker tha berryTha sweeter tha juiceI say, tha darker tha flesh and tha deeper tha rootsI give a hollar to my sisters on welfare Tupac cares, but don't nobody else careI know they like ta beat ya down a lotAnd when ya come around tha block brothers clown a lotBut please don't cry, dry ya eyesNever let upForgive but don't forget girl keep ya head upAnd when he tells you you ain't nothinDon't believe himAnd if he can't learn ta love ya, you should leave himCuz sister you don't need himI ain't tryin ta gash up, but I just callem how I see 'emYa know what makes me unhappyWhen brothers make babiesAnd leave a young mother ta be a pappyAnd since we all came from a womanGot our name from a womanAnd out game from a womanI wonder why we take from our womenWhy we rape our womenDo we hate our women ?I think it's time ta kill for our womenTime ta heal our womenBe real to our womenAnd if we don'tWe'll have a race of babiesThat hate tha ladies that make tha babiesAnd since a man can't make oneHe has no right ta tell a woman when and where ta create oneSo will tha real men get upI know your fed up ladiesBut keep ya head upOooooh child things are gonna get easierOooooh child things are gonna get brighterOooooh child things are gonna get easierOooooh child things are gonna get brighterI remember Marvin Gay, usta sing ta meHe had me feelin like black was tha thing ta beAnd suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tuffI thought we had it rough, we always had enoughI often huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke tha rulesRan with tha local crew and had a smoke or twoAnd realize momma really paid tha priceShe nearly gave her life, ta raise me rightAnd all I had ta give her was my pipe dreamsOf how i'd rock tha mic and make it to tha big screenI'm tryin ta make a dollar out of fifteen centsIt's hard ta be legit and still pay tha rentAnd in tha end it seems i'm headin for tha pennI try and find my friends, but they're blowin in tha windLast night my buddy lost his whole familyIt's gonna take tha man in meTa conquer this insanityIt seems tha rain will never let upI try ta Keep My Head Up and still keep from getting wet upYou know it's funny when it rains it poursThey got money for wars, but can't feed tha poorSad there ain't no hope for tha youth and tha truth isThere ain't no hope for tha futureAnd then they wonder why we crazyI blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack babyWe ain't meant ta survive, cause it's a setupAnd even though ya fed upYa got ta Keep Ya
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DJ Tiesto : Beautiful things
Got up early, found something's missing
my only name.
No one else sees but I got stuck,
and soon forever came.
Stopped pushing on for just a second, then nothing's changed.
Who am I this time, where's my name?
I guess it crept away.
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No one's calling for me at the door.
And unpredictable won't bother anymore.
And silently gets harder to ignore.
Look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.
What's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.
Just let it go, wha-
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t now can never be.
I forgot that I might see,
So many beautful things.
I forgot that I might need,
to find out what life could bring.
Take this happy ending away, it's all the same.
God won't waste this simplicity on possib....
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