Akua Naru - My Mother's Daughter lyrics

Baby, oh, come on over here and
Give Momma some sugar yeah
It's alright, that's Momma's baby now
Y'all gonna settle down now, yeah

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 chords
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 it's own sign
Sagittarius
Moonlight, hold it close for black
Girls turned blue amethyst
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