Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Mama’s Just a Little Girl [KP Remix]’ 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.
Young mothers (that’s right)
I feel ya (hey)
I know how it is
Mama’s just a little girl
Don’t nobody understand
I feel ya
She was born a heavy set girl with pigtails 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 fifteen, should have been a beauty queen, still
See her crying by the caskets when her parents got killed
Little girl don’t cry, ’cause even though they died
You can best believe they’re watching over thee from the sky
Never asked for this misery, but look at what you’re getting
Is a blessing in disguise when you find out you’re pregnant
No money, no home, and even though you’re all alone
You gots to do this on your own, so baby go
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’re 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
Living if she is or not oh
Time ain’t on her side
‘Cause mama’s just a little girl (mama is just a little girl)
She gotta hold her head up high oh
At sixteen, what a beautiful thing
The very essence of a jet-black ebony queen
And who could tell she’d get pregnant at an early age? (what?)
She didn’t listen, had sex, watch her belly raise (hey)
Got violated by someone she dated, if this is fate
I’d hate to see the seeds she created, and so we waited
Though it takes time to build a body and a mind
She reclines nine months then finally it’s time
What do we find? Little growing 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 mama’s acting crazy at the hospital
About to have another baby, like a rose from the concrete
Growing within, blessed with twins
How the hell can mama raise three men?
So we began, closest family, such insanity
A happy home from one act of inhumanity
Plus mama said they seed was corrupt, it used to rub
Her belly, begging to let us breathe if she loved us
Now, mama, since 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 the world?
She ain’t the cause of all this drama
‘Cause mama’s just a little girl
Mama don’t know why
Mama’s just a little girl
Living if she is or not, oh
Time ain’t on her side
‘Cause mama’s just a little girl (mama is just a little girl)
She gotta hold her head up high, oh
Now, will she remain in the same spot?
The gunshots rang, they came from the ‘caine spot
Now, look here, I see her clutching her son in her arms, she’s hurt
Her heart bleeds, now she watched her seed die in the dirt
Fulfil prophecies, but who could stop the grief
I walk around trying to hold the world up on top of me
Probably be an innocent man, still I’m the victim of a curse
What could be worse? Nothing but pain since my birth
Only functions at the pen, ’cause everybody’s in
Paying back society, I’m guilty of a life of sin
I watch the drama occur, my eyes blur before I jetted
I wonder why we all have to die before we get it
Though we shed tears, so many peers I’ve done buried
Worried and scared, knowing I’m going to see the cemetery
Must be prepared in this cold world no one cares
Knowing it ain’t fair, but we all bear and do our share
In this land of the underhanded schemes and plans
Vivid dreams of a nigga having G’s in hand
Mama told me not to be a punk
F*ck what you talking about, coward, what you niggaz want? (hey)
There ain’t a thing I wouldn’t do for my mama in this world
‘Cause you know I ain’t mad at cha, you’re just a little girl
See mama is just a little girl (Mama is just a little girl)
Mama don’t know why
Mama’s just a little girl
Living if she is or not, oh
Time ain’t on her side
They ask us why we mutilate each other like we do
They wonder why we hold such little worth for human life
(Facing all this drama)
To ask us why we turn from bad to worse is to ignore from which we came
(mama is just a little girl)
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 (we are the roses)
This is the concrete (this is the concrete)
And these are my damaged petals (and these are my damaged petals)
Don’t ask me why (Don’t ask why)
Thank God, nigga (Thank God)
Ask me how (ask me how)
You see, mama’s just a little girl hey (mama)
Mama