2Pac – Dear Mama

Dear Mama – 2Pac.
[Verse One: 2Pac]
When I was young me and my
mama had beef
Seventeen years old kicked out on
the streets
Though back at the time, I never
thought I’d see her face
Ain’t a woman alive that could take
my mama’s place
Suspended from school; and scared
to go home, I was a fool
with the big boys, breakin all the
I shed tears with my baby sister
Over the years we was poorer than
the other little kids
And even though we had different
daddy’s, the same drama
When things went wrong we’d
blame mama
I reminice on the stress I caused, it
was hell
Huggin on my mama from a jail cell
And who’d think in elementary?
Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one
And runnin from the police, that’s
Mama catch me, put a whoopin to
my backside
And even as a crack fiend, mama
You always was a black queen,
I finally understand
for a woman it ain’t easy tryin to
raise a man
You always was committed
A poor single mother on welfare, tell
me how ya did it
There’s no way I can pay you back
But the plan is to show you that I
You are appreciated
[Chorus: Reggie Green & “Sweet
Franklin” w/ 2Pac]
Don’t cha know we love ya? Sweet
Dear mama
Place no one above ya, sweet lady
You are appreciated
Don’t cha know we love ya?
[second and third chorus, “And dear
mama” instead of “Dear mama”]
[Verse Two: 2Pac]
Now ain’t nobody tell us it was fair
No love from my daddy cause the
coward wasn’t there
He passed away and I didn’t cry,
cause my anger
wouldn’t let me feel for a stranger
They say I’m wrong and I’m
heartless, but all along
I was lookin for a father he was gone
I hung around with the Thugs, and
even though they sold drugs
They showed a young brother love
I moved out and started really
I needed money of my own so I
started slangin
I ain’t guilty cause, even though I
sell rocks
It feels good puttin money in your
I love payin rent when the rent’s due
I hope ya got the diamond necklace
that I sent to you
Cause when I was low you was there
for me
And never left me alone because you
cared for me
And I could see you comin home
after work late
You’re in the kitchen tryin to fix us a
hot plate
Ya just workin with the scraps you
was given
And mama made miracles every
But now the road got rough, you’re
You’re tryin to raise two bad kids on
your own
And there’s no way I can pay you
But my plan is to show you that I
You are appreciated
[Verse Three: 2Pac]
Pour out some liquor and I reminsce,
cause through the drama
I can always depend on my mama
And when it seems that I’m hopeless
You say the words that can get me
back in focus
When I was sick as a little kid
To keep me happy there’s no limit to
the things you did
And all my childhood memories
Are full of all the sweet things you
did for me
And even though I act craaazy
I gotta thank the Lord that you
made me
There are no words that can express
how I feel
You never kept a secret, always
stayed real
And I appreciate, how you raised me
And all the extra love that you gave
I wish I could take the pain away
If you can make it through the night
there’s a brighter day
Everything will be alright if ya hold
It’s a struggle everyday, gotta roll on
And there’s no way I can pay you
But my plan is to show you that I
You are appreciated
Sweet lady
And dear mama
Dear mama
Lady [3X]

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