Thy Mother & Father

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To recognize the things that came before us
Appreciate the fact they put it down
And maybe if it wasn’t for the sacrifice
We wouldn’t have the privileges of now
To recognize the things that came before us
Acknowledge the importance of the past
Cos’ maybe if it wasn’t for the sacrifice
We wouldn’t have the freedoms that we have

Verse One
Everyone’s еntitled to they dreams, to dеsire more
Something’s really special bout’ rewards that we acquire poor
Coming up in neighbourhoods with schools under-performing
Remember your parents calling you for breakfast in the morning
You were there to see the struggle
Bust they ass at work while you in class getting in trouble
Talking back to teachers any way that you desired
While mom’s tired, doing everything that she’s required to prevent from being fired
If she spoke to her manger how you spoke back
You would be fiending for something to eat like you smoked crack
And so you get a little older, little braver, little taller
Got a fresh pair of Jordans, so you thinking you a baller
And no one can tell you nothing cos’ you think you know it all
Feels cool to have no grey hairs and not be going bald
Feels good to get a paycheck and get to spend it all on yourself
Without a thought of saving a small portion
And some peeps will try to tell you what’s important
Try to give you support, but find that you ain’t absorbent
So you tell em’ that they time has passed, it's your time
But you don’t realise that time will flash in no time
Cos’ twenty is a stone throw from thirty
And thirty from forty, forty from fifty, then Lord have mercy
You half a century old, or half a century young
Speculating on how much more time to come

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Verse Two
Everyone’s entitled to their views, so speak with confidence
Say whatever they like but expect to bear no consequence
Tell you how great they are when everybody else incompetent
And then get in they feelings when they ain’t receiving compliments
It’s the age of validation, it’s the age of attention
It’s the age of advertising, it’s the age of perception
It’s the age of click bait, it’s the age of running scams
It’s the age of controversy, getting everything on cam
And communication poorer than ever
Ain’t nobody trying to listen to no boring professor
Who talk the talk but never lived it
But now you wanna school me with your
YouTube influencer six-minute snippet
Better get a can and kick it, or kill it with your theory son
Cos’ I ain’t seeing clearly what you saying, that’s sincerely son
And I ain’t seeing nearly the results that you declare will come
But I am seeing yearly that everything stays the same
Cos’ some wanna’ just show up and take all the prizes
Not concerned with the process, blind to the compromises
Most things generic, fabricated, synthetic
And when I don’t get it, they claim it’s esoteric
I was taught to respect that which came before me
Cos’ everybody got a journey, a passage, a story
And the tapestry of now is made up of the tapestry of prior
So let the history inspire

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