A Bastard Son, A Brother To None chords by We Came From Wolves

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Some say the
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blacker the better,
the sweeter the juice
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I say the darker the flesh
and the deeper the roots
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I give a holler to my sister's
own welfare
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Tupac can   't,
if don't nobody else can
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And uh, I know they like
to beat you down a lot
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When you come  around the block,
brothers clown a lot
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But please, don't cry,
dry your eyes, never let her
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Forgive  her, don't forget,
girl, keep your head up
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And when he tells you you ain't nothin',
don't believe him
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And   if you can't learn to love her,
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you should leave him
Cause sister, you don't need him
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And I ain't tryin' to gas you up,
I just call him how I see him
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You know what makes
me unhappy?
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My brothers make names
and leave a young mother to be attached
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And since we all came from a woman,
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got our name from a woman,
and I came from a woman
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I  wonder why we take
from our women,
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why we rape  our women,
do we hate our women?
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I think it's time to kill for our women,
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time to heal our women,
be real to our women
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And  if we don't we'll have
a race of babies
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that will hate  the ladies
that make the babies
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And  since a man can't make one,
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he has no right to tell a woman
when and where to create one
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So will the real men get up?
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I know you're fed   up ladies,
but keep your head up
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Head up, ooh child,
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things are gonna get easier
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Head up, ooh child,
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things will get brighter
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Head up, ooh child,
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things are gonna get easier
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Head up, ooh child,
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things will get brighter
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I remember Marvin Gaye used to sing to me
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He had me feeling like black
was the thing to be
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And suddenly the kettle
didn't seem so tough
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And though we had   it rough,
we always had enough
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I hopped up off of my curfew
and broke the rules
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Ran with the local crew,
and had a smoke or two
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I realized mama really paid the price
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She nearly gave  her life
to raise me right
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And all I had to give her was my life
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Dream of how   I'm off the mic,
and make it to the right string
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I'm trying to make a dollar
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out of them six cents
It's hard to be legit,
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and still pay your rent
It seems I'm headin' for the pen
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I tried to find my friends,
but they're blowin' in the wind
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Last night, my body lost its whole family
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It's gonna take the man in me
to conquer this insanity
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It seems the rain'll never let up
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I try to keep my head up
And still keep from gettin' wetter
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You know it's funny when it rains,
it pours
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They got money for wars,
but can't feed the poor
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Said it ain't no hope for the youth
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And the truth is,
it ain't no hope for the future
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And  didn't wonder why we crazy
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I blame my mother
for turning my brother into a crack baby
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We ain't meant to survive
cause it's a setup
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And even  though you fed her
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Give me your bed, ooh child
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Things  are gonna    get easy
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Give me your bed, ooh child
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Things will get brighter
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Give me your bed, ooh child
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Things     are gonna get easy
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Give me your hand
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Ooh child, things will get brighter
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And   uh
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To all the ladies havin' babies on their own
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I know it's kinda rough
and you're feelin' all alone
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Daddy's long gone
and he left you by your lonesome
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Thanks a lot for my kids
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even if somebody else want em
Cause I think we can make
it in fact I'm sure
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And   if you fall stand tall
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I'll come back for more
Cause ain't nothin' worse
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than when your son wants to know
Why his daddy don't love him no more
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You can't complain you was
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dealt this hell of a hand
without a man feeling helpless
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Because there's too many things
for you to deal with
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Dying inside but   outside
you're looking fit
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While the tears is rolling
down your cheek
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You're standing hop   ing
things don't all fall this week
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Cause if it did you couldn't take it,
and don't blame me
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I     was given this world,
I didn't make it
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And now my son's getting old,
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I ain't old, I ain't cold
From having the world on his shoulders
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While the rich kids are drivin' big,
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I'm still try   in' to hold on
to my survivin' friends.
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And it's crazy,
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it seems I'm never let up.
Please, you gotta keep your head up.