Parallel 2

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