One in the air for the people ain’t here.
Two in the air for the father that’s there.
Three in the air for the kids in the ghetto.
Four for the kids that don’t wanna be there.
None for the n***as trying to hold em back.
Five in the air for the teacher not scared
to tell those kids that’s living in the ghetto
that the n***as holdin back that the world is theirs.
Yeah yeah, the world is yours.
I was once that little boy
terrified of the world,
now I’m on a world tour.
I would give up everything, even start a world war
for these ghettos girls and boys I’m rapping round the world for.”
— Lupe Fiasco, “Show Goes On”
You know it makes me unhappy (what’s that)
When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?
I think it’s time to kill for our women
Time to heal our women, be real to our women
And if we don’t we’ll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies, that make the babies
And since a man can’t make one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will the real men get up
I know you’re fed up ladies, but keep your head up”
— Tupac Shakur, “Keep ya head up”