Brenda's (Brenda's) Got a (got a) Baby Say that one more time Brenda Brenda's Got a (baby) 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 ya how it affects our whole community Now Brenda really never knew her moms and her dad was a Junky, puttin' death to his arms, it's sad 'cause I bet Brenda doesn't even know Just 'cause you're in the ghetto doesn't mean you can't grow (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 let's watch the joy end 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 is gettin' bigger But no one seems to notice any change in her figure She's 12 years old and she's having a baby In love with the molester, who's sexing her crazy And yet and also she thinks that he'll be with her forever And dreams of a world with the two of them are together Whatever...

All here but not quite there; on his initial two LPs, 2Pac had his agile flows, focused political charge, penchant for storytelling and taste for grooved, luxurious beats – but he also hadn’t quite perfected any of those things. While many tracks remain essential (in name, ‘Trapped’, ‘Violent’, ‘If My Homie Calls’, ‘Brenda’s Got a Baby’, ‘Holler If Ya’ Here Me’, ‘Last Wordz’, ‘Keep Ya Head Up’), much is also a little clumsy or goofy, while the overall works end up rather unvaried and exhausting.