Who Taught You
Back in the days, began schooling at a tender age
Gender wasn't the issue, we were happy sharing the moments
I mean Sunday school were the best days for me
Its' evident that some began their careers way back
U gotta be thankful for your teacher, who noticed your dream early
Can't lie, was crying and holding on ma mama
Didn't want to be left with strangers I didn't know
Until I came to understand they meant no harm, I opened up
Holding a pen and paper become my dream come true
Been taught how to read and write, fulfilled my ambitions
The truth lays in the steps I have left
It's a struggle to get done with your dreams
I ain't through yet, Who taught you?
That's a question that can't be answered directly
The journey has been long, with shortcomings, I haven't reached the end
I have just began and I ain't going to stop, till the road ends
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