Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Brenda’s Got a Baby [Original Album Version]’ by 2Pac. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2Pac or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
(Brenda’s got a baby)
(Brenda’s got a baby)
I hear Brenda’s got a baby
But Brenda’s barely got a brain
A damn shame
The girl can hardly spell her name
(That’s not our problem; that’s up to Brenda’s family)
Well, let me show you how it affects our whole community
Now Brenda really never knew her moms and her dad was a junkie
Went in debt to his arms; it’s sad
‘Cause I bet Brenda doesn’t even know
Just cause your in the ghetto doesn’t mean you can’t grow
But, oh, that’s a thought, my own revelation
Do whatever it takes to resist the temptation
Brenda got herself a boyfriend
Her boyfriend was her cousin, now a spot to joy in
She tried to hide her pregnancy from her family
Who didn’t really care to see, or give a damn if she
Went out and had a church of kids
As long as when the check came they got first dibs
Now Brenda’s belly’s gettin’ bigger
But no one seems to notice any change in her figure
She’s twelve years old and she’s having a baby
In love with a molester who’s sexin’ her crazy
And yet and all she thinks that he’ll be with her forever
And dreams of a world with the two of them are together, whatever
He left her, and she had the baby solo; she had it on the bathroom floor
And didn’t know so; she didn’t know what to throw away and what to keep
She wrapped the baby up and threw him in a trash heap
I guess she thought she’d get away
Wouldn’t hear the cries
She didn’t realize
How much the little baby had her eyes
Now the baby’s in the trash heap balling
Momma can’t help her, but it hurts to hear her calling
Brenda wants to run away
Mama say, “You makin’ me lose pay.”
The social worker’s here everyday
Now Brenda’s got to make her own way
Can’t go to her family: they won’t let her stay
No money, no babysitter; she couldn’t keep a job
She tried to sell crack but end up gettin’ robbed
So, now, what’s next?
It ain’t nothin’ left to sell
So she sees sex as a way of leavin’ hell
It’s payin’ the rent, so she really can’t complain
Prostitute found slain, and Brenda’s her name
She’s got a baby
(Baby)
(I want you to know she’s gotta…
I want you to know she’s gotta…
I want you to know she’s gotta baby)
(I want you to know she’s gotta
I want you to know she’s gotta
I want you to know she’s gotta baby)
(I want you to know she’s gotta
I want you to know she’s gotta
I want you to know she’s gotta baby)
(I want you to know she’s gotta
I want you to know she’s gotta
I want you to know she’s gotta baby)
(I want you to know she’s gotta
I want you to know she’s gotta
I want you to know she’s gotta baby)
(I want you to know she’s gotta
I want you to know she’s gotta
I want you to know she’s gotta baby)