Another moment of truth
Raised by a single mother
I stayed in the deepest trouble
I gave you so much grief but still you seemed to love me
I wanted to run them streets, you said the streets were trouble
You worked two jobs and went to school but never seemed to struggle
I know how hard that was now looking back
But I could care less back then, I just wanted to rap
Pops left, but that neither here nor there cause he's back
Mommy you made me a man, I pay you homage for that
Black excellence, rap's mean for black fathers
We try to raise up black queens from black daughters
We try to raise up black kings from black sons
But the shit most of us did in our past is bad karma
So will our kids pay the sins
Of the parents before them for never making amends
All these Church folk walking' around with bad armor
But God's got his hands on the workers of that corner
Purity, it's more about your heart and intentions
Not the image that you artfully exhibit
They acting awfully privileged
We already walked through the thickest
Of mud and came out awkwardly different
What if I'dve died in that crash
When have you ever heard me lie on my past
I'm an open book dawg here go your library pass
Look me up I cook up no culinary class
I told you I don't blend with the popular crowd
So I'm less likely to be the talk of the town
I gave'm club shit they jump all over it, soon as I give'm some real shit they swear it's hard to market me now
Cap. Let me show you how to harvest a crowd
Let me show you how to harvest a sound
Walk with me on this journey real quick while I harvest a crowd
Rygi one of the hardest artists around
Arygi, Bible touch
Aryginal - Parallel 2 (Live) Lyrics
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Another moment of truth
Raised by a single mother
I stayed in the deepest trouble
I gave you so much grief but still you seemed to love me
I wanted to run them streets, you said the streets were trouble
You worked two jobs and went to school but never seemed to struggle
I know how hard that was now looking back
But I could care less back then, I just wanted to rap
Pops left, but that neither here nor there cause he's back
Mommy you made me a man, I pay you homage for that
Black excellence, rap's mean for black fathers
We try to raise up black queens from black daughters
We try to raise up black kings from black sons
But the shit most of us did in our past is bad karma
So will our kids pay the sins
Of the parents before them for never making amends
All these Church folk walking' around with bad armor
But God's got his hands on the workers of that corner
Purity, it's more about your heart and intentions
Not the image that you artfully exhibit
They acting awfully privileged
We already walked through the thickest
Of mud and came out awkwardly different
What if I'dve died in that crash
When have you ever heard me lie on my past
I'm an open book dawg here go your library pass
Look me up I cook up no culinary class
I told you I don't blend with the popular crowd
So I'm less likely to be the talk of the town
I gave'm club shit they jump all over it, soon as I give'm some real shit they swear it's hard to market me now
Cap. Let me show you how to harvest a crowd
Let me show you how to harvest a sound
Walk with me on this journey real quick while I harvest a crowd
Rygi one of the hardest artists around
Arygi, Bible touch
Raised by a single mother
I stayed in the deepest trouble
I gave you so much grief but still you seemed to love me
I wanted to run them streets, you said the streets were trouble
You worked two jobs and went to school but never seemed to struggle
I know how hard that was now looking back
But I could care less back then, I just wanted to rap
Pops left, but that neither here nor there cause he's back
Mommy you made me a man, I pay you homage for that
Black excellence, rap's mean for black fathers
We try to raise up black queens from black daughters
We try to raise up black kings from black sons
But the shit most of us did in our past is bad karma
So will our kids pay the sins
Of the parents before them for never making amends
All these Church folk walking' around with bad armor
But God's got his hands on the workers of that corner
Purity, it's more about your heart and intentions
Not the image that you artfully exhibit
They acting awfully privileged
We already walked through the thickest
Of mud and came out awkwardly different
What if I'dve died in that crash
When have you ever heard me lie on my past
I'm an open book dawg here go your library pass
Look me up I cook up no culinary class
I told you I don't blend with the popular crowd
So I'm less likely to be the talk of the town
I gave'm club shit they jump all over it, soon as I give'm some real shit they swear it's hard to market me now
Cap. Let me show you how to harvest a crowd
Let me show you how to harvest a sound
Walk with me on this journey real quick while I harvest a crowd
Rygi one of the hardest artists around
Arygi, Bible touch
Writer: Andre Moss Jr.
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