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Mama's Just A Little Girl

This song is by 2Pac, features Kimma Hill and appears on the album Better Dayz (2002).

Young mothers
That's right
I feel ya (hey)
I know how it is
Don't nobody understand
I feel ya

(Verse 1: Tupac)

She was born a heavy set girl with pig tails and curls
A heart full of gold, still it won't change the world
Though she could never understand why
Some underhanded plans, witnessed a man die
Was only 15, should have been a beauty queen
Still see here crying by the caskets when here parents got killed
Little girl don't cry, 'cause even though they died
You can best believe they watching over thee from the sky
Never asked for this misery but look at what you getting
It's a blessing in disguise, when you find out your pregnant
No money, no home, and even though you all alone
You got to do this on your own, so baby go on
I wish you luck and if you need me, call
Just come to me and let me feed you all
I can understand the way it feels when you fighting the world
Facing all this drama when mama's just A little girl

Mama don't know why
Mama's just a little girl
Given that she is or not
Time ain't on her side
Mama's just a little girl
(Mama's just a little girl)
She gotta hold her head up high

(Verse 2: Tupac)

At 16 what a beautiful thing
The very essence of a jet black ebony queen
And who could tell she would get pregnant at an early age
She didn't listen, had sex watch her belly raise (hey)
Got violated by someone she dated
If this is fate I hate to see the seed she created
So we wait, though it takes time to build the body and the mind
She reclines 9 months then finally its time
What do we find?
A little groaning boy of mine with a tortured soul
Addicted to a life of crime had no time for the growing stage
He learned his values on the streets at an early age
Watch for police don't come home (why)
'Cause mammas acting crazy at the hospital about to have another baby
Like the rose from concrete groaning within
Blessed with twins how the hell can mamma raise 3 men
So we began close as family such insanity
A happy home for one act inhumanity
Plus mamas said the seed was corrupted
Used the rub her belly begging us to breathe if she love us
Now mama sits quiet sipping peppermint schnapps
Turned the house into a spot and made her watch for cops (hey)
How could mama bring a thug like me into this world?
She ain't the cause of all the drama cause mommas just a little girl

Don't know why
Mama's just a little girl
Liven if she is or not
Time ain't on her side
Cause ama's just a little girl
(Mama's just a little girl)
She gotta hold her head up high
(How could she raise us)

(Verse 3: Tupac)

Now would she remain in the same spot?
The gunshots rang, they came from the cane spot
Now look here I see her clutching her son in her arms she hurt
Her heart bleeding as she watched her seed die in the dirt
Fulfil prophecy but who could stop the grief?
I walk around trying to hold the world up on top of me
Probably be an innocent man but still I'm the victim of a curse
What could be worse? nothing but pain
Since my birth, taught me functions at the pen
Cause everybody's in paying back society I'm guilty of a life of sin
I watched the drama occur my eyes blurred 'fore I jet it
I wonder why we all have to die before we get it
Though we shed tears so many peers I done buried
Worried and scared knowing I'ma see the cemetery
Must be prepared in this cold world no one cares
No it ain't fair but we all there and do our share
In this land of underhanded schemes and plans
Vivid dreams of a nigga having g's in hand
Mamma told me not to be a punk
They ain't a thing I wouldn't do for my mamma in this world
Cause you know I ain't mad at cha you' just a little girl
See mammas just a little girl
(Hey hey)

*Repeat until fade*

Don't know why

And I ain't facing all this drama...(Cause mamma's just a little girl)
They asked us why we mutilate eachother like we do
And wonder why we hold such little worth on human life (facin all this drama)
To ask us why we turn from bad to worse, is to ignore from which we came
You see you wouldn't ask why the rose that grew from the concrete had damaged petals
On the contrary - we would all celebrate its tenacity, we would all love its will to reach the sun
Well... we are the roses, this is the concrete, and these are my damaged petals
Don't ask me why... Thank God nigga, ask me how (hahahaha)


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