Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Andrew Scott
Songwriter
Abraham Thaddeus Shaw
Songwriter
Lyrics
1956, 88, 93
Eating scrambled eggs, fried bologna, cream of wheat
In a 1 floor apartment thinking we living the dream
Just my mama, and my sister, and just little ol' me
I would cry on weekends when I'd see my sister leave
I was even crying over death of Dr King
Oh my emotions felt like floods
But I know I was filled with love
Yeah times were rough but Mama made a plate that always filled us up
That's love
And we never missed a meal
Black mama grinding hard to pay the bills
Yeah things weren't perfect, trauma came
And I got cycles left to break
But I'm working on em, patience
And my nephew, he the new generation
Rise up, young man
You got goals to get to
You can
Know that I believe in you
Cause our family's us yeah
Cause our family's us
Rise up, young man
You got goals to get to
You can
Know that I believe in you
Cause our family's us yeah
Cause our family's us
Nearly 21 when my nephew had arrived
Held him in my arms, barely opened up his eyes
But my life would be changed from the little one
And what a brilliant mind in my sib's son
Oh yes you're talented, it's true
But what I love the most is you
And I'm glad that you're here kid
If somebody knocks you down, here's an uplift
Rise up, young man
You got goals to get to
You can
Know that I believe in you
Cause our family's us yeah
Cause our family's us
Rise up, young man
You got goals to get to
You can
Know that I believe in you
Cause our family's us yeah
Cause our family's us
Oh oh young man young man
Oh oooo
Rise up, young man
You got goals to get to
You can
Know that I believe in you
Cause our family's us yeah
Cause our family's us
Rise up, young man
You can
Cause our family's us yeah
Cause our family's us
I love you kid
Anything you put your mind to, I know you can do
Can't wait to see what you do
Written by: Abraham Thaddeus Shaw, Robert Andrew Scott