Brighter Day - Mummy (feat. Karen Clarke)
This is for my moms. Forgive me for the past.
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This is what I live for. This is what I am dying for the love of. Yahweh.
Story behind the song
I finally understood why she raised us the way she did. TOUGH! Thanks mummy.
Lyrics
Brighter Day (For Mummy)feat. Karen Clarke
Written by Mike Boston
Produced by Byrd for A Grade
[VERSE 1]
We make our top dogs sign promissory notes.
And I promise every note governs how I weigh your love,
It’s scary though. The ‘Bury yo,
High on the Derry-O!
Blind from that berry-blue.
Hysterical how bribes boss the men in blue.
Lies cost amen or two.
Ties chocolate, that’ll do.
Mind off the fact that we back to like in ’92.
Iraq, you breakin’ boo-
Side pocket playin’ pool.
Mistaken you for Satan ‘cuz the oils that Iran were crude.
Stand wit me or ran with fools.
Man or meece? Pham or food?
At least now it’s out there & my sanity don’t man my mood.
From a hot-dog & beans bid to top dogs & mean kids.
It pop off, the dropouts get popped-off & deleted. Diiiiiig?
A computer geek, street wiz puttin’ lifers onto Microsoft.
Sarah said,
“Never ever let ‘em say that Michael’s soft.”
Wipe ‘em off. Take ‘em to that site we saw.
Later on in history they’ll find ‘em up inside some wall
Nikes & all...
[CHORUS](2x)
‘Cuz it’s a brighter day today.
And where we are, we’ve come so far. So far, so far...
And though we had stray our ways,
Now that we’re back I see we really couldn’t get too far. Too far, too far...
[VERSE 2]
You know we all know most folks are fakers & fibbers.
And every now & then you come agross a dangerous...
Favorite position, play the outsider. Stay in position.
Play the position ‘til the first intermission then hit ‘em.
‘Cept for my (HUT-HUT)
Now that there’s sensitive.
Don’t get you fitteds in a bunch, I’ll rat-tat-tat on your...YEUH!
First time I bidded; last time that I bidded.
So many sharp people locked up, it’s saddenin’ my...
From the Bury to the barrios
I’m inherent to what Samara knows.
I’m outta here gotta go. Audios~ Bamanos!
As the legacy & saga goes on & on & on.
But beside this yo my mamma know. My mamma knows...
[CHORUS](2x)
[VERSE 3](2x)
I wasn’t born with a silver spoon
But I was blessed with a platinum tongue.
Never catch me gaggin’ though with Lalli & the baddest ones.
“How’d he know that’s how it’s done? Now we know he ‘bout it dun”
Rowdy. In a moment’s time, drowned out & clouded sun.
Found out I got a son. Loud mouth, dirty raaaat.
Mau-mau on the rocks please.
You talkin’ ‘bout a thirty-sak?
Nine-one won it back.
Nine months & a twenty pack mummy’s back snapped back
And out caaaame this ThunderCat
Loud sounds & hundred stacks, brown stouts & bumba clats.
Round ‘bout another five and I’mma need my slumber back.
Pound out another time, then I’mma need my nuber back.
Wild out on another rhyme...somethin’. I ain’t comin’ back!
File out like a runnin’ back & die out like a funny car.
~Sionara~sionara~
Now my wounds become your scars.
How could you & wouldn’t you come to come this far?
This is what I am and have become.
This one’s for my moms.
[CHORUS](2x)
