TrU [Gospel Lyricist]

MyGen Profile GeneratorBirthed with a curse. Eight. slash. thirteen. slash. eighty-seven. I entered this world with the weight of the world on my pre-mature shoulders. Not weight, as in responsibility, or stress. Naw, that's not what I mean. And when I say world, I aint talkin about the things that comprise this earth we live on. The weight of the world, thats that curse. That curse we're all born with. It's our birthright. Don't get me wrong, this ain't no "black" thing, this is a human thing. This ain't no poor thing, being poor is no curse, it's an obstacle. My curse, my birthright: Adam's fallen nature. Born with the capacity to sin. Like Gatorade, it's in me. I was born with it, I'll die with it, but it won't kill me. Troy De'Jzohn Mangram, the name I was given at birth. That's me, its who I am. Born to one Petrouchka Galina Stewart, loved her to death. no doubt. No doubt, she's the most important woman I've ever met, will ever meet. See, I was raised by my mother. My father? Drug dealer, gangbanger, inmate. Never gave himself the opportunity to witness my growth, see me fail, watch me succeed. He didn't have a hand in raising me, but his mark once marred my destiny. I'm the 5th child born to my mother, and one of many born to my pops, as he so eloquently put it, "Poppa was a monster." What can you say? Anyways, I grew up with my 5 sisters, and my older brother. Raised in the Jordan Downs. The Projects. The hood. Yeah, the hood is home. never had much growin up, and with a single parent with a tribe of kids, you can see why. In retrospect, life was hard. But, in actuality, as a kid, I had not a worry in the world, no understanding of poverty. See, momma raised us in church. She taught me to pray, taught me to read my word, taught me to live for God. She didn't just take us to God's house, naw. That wouldn't have been enough. She did her best to bring God to our house. Momma died in 02 -RIP-. talk about pain. loss. despair. hope. misery. maturity. weakness. strength. Losing my mother at the age of 14 was something I was not ready to deal with, but was unknowingly prepared to handle. See, at that time in my life, I was just a young cat, tryna lay in the bed with trouble. Longing to make a name for myself. Bound by wrath. Felt unloved. Self-consumed. Unloving. Unsympathetic. Hated. Felt hated. backslidden. A complete mess, with no sense of completion. Then my mother, the only person who'd always been there for me, was gone, just like that. That made me realize something I knew all along. Life ain't a game. However, due to the aforementioned circumstances, I'd become a closed off from the human realm in many respects, a person who had hardened himself, and became incapable of loving others. People became of little to no value to me. I was isolated, I was alone; by choice. Initially, it brought about no real complications, I felt more secure in my isolation. I didn't have to worry about being hurt, or anyone betraying my trust. well, fast forward to today.You know the saying that goes something like "the best things are right in front of you" and something about overlooking them..blah blah blah...Well, see..there's this girl..her name is Ashley..I've always tried my best to be there for her for the past couple years..ya know..just here to help..Slowly but surely, she became something like a little sister to me.Well, long story short, I must've fell in love somewhere along the way..Because she went from being someone I'd always try to be there for, to someone I always want to be with..funny how that happens huh??.Ashley, if you're reading this..I love you, more than I'm capable of expressing thru words or deeds, but I'll try..Anyways..back to me..just had to throw that in there..lol... It's been a long, hard journey. but God is good nevertheless. His plan is perfect, His call is TrU. I've come a long way in those 4 short years, but God still got a lot of work to do. I'm TrU.

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