Drea D'Nur, Akua Naru - This Mo(u)rning lyrics

Mo (u) rning
(Weepin', baby) Mo (u) rning, yeah
(Weepin') Mo (u) rning, uh huh
(Weepin', baby) Mo (u) rning (Weepin', baby)

Yo, woke up this mornin'
Rested deep from a fire sleep
No water caught my flame
My thought form be pure heat
Watch your head, your step, your Sunday best
Your auric depth
Known to suck sound from your place of rest

(O oh) I suck sound from your place of rest
(O oh) Said
I suck sound from your place of rest
(O oh) I suck sound from your place of rest

Yo, Hip-Hop Toni Morrison, confused historian
Should I rhyme or sing a
Song of Solomon? Beloved


For the rhyme-lovers
Lost femcees never discovered
For my little brother's
Struggle, work nine-to-five, a hustle
'Nother corporation
The land suffers of cries for justice
I guess, questions keep comin'
Rhyme for justice or nothin'
I chose the former, though the
Latter could keep me warmer, fatter
Towards bliss from ignorance
Mini-skirts and Hummers
Rappin' 'bout names and numbers
Caught up in the slum as if the work is done
But it's not my people still suffer
You wonder why I can't sleep at night
I guess it's just the plight
The plight of the weary eye
Carry the world with me, too much to bear
Don't look over here, my pain raw
Could cause stares
Draw tears, strum your chords here
Lani sung the song of black women's lamentin'
Yeah, and let the world hear, let 'em

Weeping may endure for a night
(Uh, let' em hear, let 'em, yeah)
But joy, joy comes in the morning
(Uh, nod your head to me)
Weeping may endure for a night (Ay, oh yes)
Oh, but joy, joy comes in the morning
(Look at my hands, y'all)

I write with my grandmother's hands
The same veins that shuck sugar cane
Pulled us up from the pain
Parted afros and curled bangs
Been off the hook since escape
Was off the chain you dare touch the name?

(O oh) Uh, you dare touch the name, y'all?
(O oh) Hey, who touch the name, y'all?
(O oh) Oh dear, test, oh dear, testin' me

Dig, my mother's strength
Search for her garden intense, beg no pardon
I'm just a woman, wholehearted
Make you frown as if my flow farted, inhale
The show start, I leave the crowd postpartum
Who you know go hard on my plot?
A soul saga, Edgar Allen Poe drama
Study Naru
Pre- and post-Garner like Joe Carter
My blues cruise the throat chakra
Plus the verse bring dope karma
It make you wonder, uh
In this modern day jungle
Will I be taken under?
Undressed and naked, covered
Taken from the day before old age
Warm summers 'nother phone rings, I'm comin'
This morning, talk my favorite cousin
Balm wounds with lovin'
Whisper the soft somethin', comma
Sore eyes, anger bubblin', abuse
Body illusion, too much frontin'
I could relate
A little somethin' says she gave all
Got nothin' i can see she can't see herself
But lookin' for a husband
I wrestle through her heart's bruises
Like the pain, i watch a modern day Whitney
Houston uncover what truth is
A ruthless journey of inner movement
My whisper, hopefully soothin'
As we grooved in the moment
My words a slow dance as our souls hold hands
Had tell her self-love is
The very first romance

(O oh) Self-love is the very first romance
(O oh) Self-love is the very first romance
(O oh) Self-love is the very first romance
Self-love is the very first, for my cousin

Weepin' may endure for a night, yeah
But joy comes in the morning, yeah
Weepin' may endure for a night
But joy (Nod your head to me, oh yes)

I said weepin' may endure for a night, yeah
Yeah (Oh)
But joy comes in the morning, yeah
(Uh, huh, let the world hear them)
The morning, weepin' may, yeah
Weepin' may endure for a night, hey
But joy, joy comes in the morning, yeah
Ooh yeah, said joy, joy, joy, joy, joy
It comes in the morning time, hey
It comes in the morning the morning
The morning (yeah)
Just one thing to remember, y'all
(O oh) Self-love is the very first romance
(O oh) Self-love is the very first romance
(O oh) Self-love is the very first romance
(O oh) Self-love is the very first
Just one thing
(O oh) Self-love is the very first romance
(O oh) Self-love is the very first romance
(O oh) Self-love is the very first romance
(O oh) Self-love is the very first