Lyrics My Mother's Daughter - Akua Naru

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