Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Mother's Daughter, artist - Akua Naru. Date of issue: 05.10.2017
Song language: English
My Mother's Daughter |
| Yo, uh, uh |
| My mother’s daughter, she was born on a Wednesday |
| Bloodline of kings, solid gold rings and kente |
| Smile full of bling, baby talk lean but |
| Orisha mount the priest, should have seen it at the bembé |
| Pop Mondo djembe |
| Never learned to crawl, she walked out the room gently |
| Had a car runnin' plus two goons to come get me |
| Fresh, church dress, silk slip, JCPenny |
| That young dime piece that Gods envy, Whitney |
| Houston, purple drinkin' gourds and all histories |
| Black as the Nuba that born in our city |
| Umbilical cord torn, lost for four centuries |
| Turned up on the shores with a cough and corn whiskey *Coughs* |
| Now full up on war, Fahrenheit at 450 |
| A mean diddy bop, hips sway, implore mystery |
| Want it all like Beloved, the kitchen sink, the kidney |
| Everything ain’t enough, tell to fuck with me |
| Hey, y’all come on down here. |
| I need someone to change Momma’s TV. |
| Yeah, put on that—you know, that show that I like. |
| Yeah, oh thank you baby |
| Look, my mother used to call us sweet, honey |
| Town brown, sugar, pudding, cinnamon |
| Lay in the legs, cornrow head, cradle her innocence |
| Whisper when she weary to try a little tenderness |
| Sixth generations on the face, could trace fingertips |
| Rememberin' the future and past, she moved pyramids |
| Queen of tenements, the projects, the shrine pilgrimage |
| A church in the wilderness, graveyard, the infinite |
| Necklace of lovers, the response, they envy us |
| Last laugh, treble high notes, Minnie Riperton |
| Move like Eddie Kane, heart in the house, period |
| Venus crowned against its own sign, Sagittarius |
| Moonlight, hold it close for black girls turned blue amethyst |
| Construct of the crown, you can’t stand that shit |
| Uh, uh, sanctified scandalous |
| The newborn, the elder, the sage, the televangelist |
| Mama say, we’re the crossroad finches |
| Oh y’all been so good. |
| You know what? |
| I got some candy for you. |
| Hand me my |
| purse, I think I got some butterscotch or somethin' in there. |
| Yeah, |
| here’s some butterscotch |