Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=50908" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Keep Your Head Up</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Verse One: <br>Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice <br>I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots <br>I give a holler to my sisters on welfare <br>Tupac cares, and don't nobody else care <br>And uhh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot <br>When you come around the block brothas clown a lot <br>But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up <br>Forgive but don't forget, girl keep your head up <br>And when he tells you you ain't nuttin don't believe him <br>And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him <br>Cause sista you don't need him <br>And I ain't tryin to gas ya up, I just call em how I see em <br>You know it makes me unhappy (what's that) <br>When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy <br>And since we all came from a woman <br>Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman <br>I wonder why we take from our women <br>Why we rape our women, do we hate our women? <br>I think it's time to kill for our women <br>Time to heal our women, be real to our women <br>And if we don't we'll have a race of babies <br>That will hate the ladies, that make the babies <br>And since a man can't make one <br>He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one <br>So will the real men get up <br>I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up <br>Chorus <br>Keep ya head up, oooo child things are gonna get easier <br>ooooo child things are gonna get brighter (2x) <br>Verse Two: <br>Aiyyo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to sing ta me <br>He had me feelin like black was tha thing to be <br>And suddenly tha ghetto didn't seem so tough <br>And though we had it rough, we always had enough <br>I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules <br>Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two <br>And I realize momma really paid the price <br>She nearly gave her life, to raise me right <br>And all I had ta give her was my pipe dream <br>Of how I'd rock the mic, and make it to tha bright screen <br>I'm tryin to make a dollar out of fifteen cents <br>It's hard to be legit and still pay tha rent <br>And in the end it seems I'm headin for tha pen <br>I try and find my friends, but they're blowin in the wind <br>Last night my buddy lost his whole family <br>It's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity <br>It seems tha rain'll never let up <br>I try to keep my head up, and still keep from gettin wet up <br>You know it's funny when it rains it pours <br>They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor <br>Say there ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is <br>it ain't no hope for tha future <br>And then they wonder why we crazy <br>I blame my mother, for turning my brother into a crack baby <br>We ain't meant to survive, cause it's a setup <br>And even though you're fed up <br>Huh, ya got to keep your head up <br>Chorus <br>Verse Three: <br>And uhh <br>To all the ladies havin babies on they own <br>I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin all alone <br>Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome <br>Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want em <br>Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure <br>And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more <br>Cause ain't nuttin worse than when your son <br>wants to kno why his daddy don't love him no mo' <br>You can't complain you was dealt this <br>hell of a hand without a man, feelin helpless <br>Because there's too many things for you to deal with <br>Dying inside, but outside you're looking fearless <br>While tears, is rollin down your cheeks <br>Ya steady hopin things don't all down this week <br>Cause if it did, you couldn't take it, and don't blame me <br>I was given this world I didn't make it <br>And now my son's getten older and older and cold <br>From havin the world on his shoulders <br>While the rich kids is drivin Benz <br>I'm still tryin to hold on to my survivin friends <br>And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but <br>please... you got to keep your head up</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by 2 Pac - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
<img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share">
<script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=50908" data-title="Keep Your Head Up" data-description="Verse One: 
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 don't nobody else care 
And uhh, I know they like to beat ya down a..."></div>
</div>
</div>