Ain't no secret about it
Mama can't hold water
Her body is built with a faucet fixed where her flesh folds
Therefore femininity enables infants to flow down Canal Street where levees are bound to break
So, hurricanes adopt the names of humankind as a reminder of the power that parallels a mother's portal where mortals do manifest
And to think that/
To think that wave was the kind gesture that applied the kind of pressure for trimesters to materialize is surely Divine
So, we magnify this woman's work from the onset
Dead set to maximize her wellbeing until her very last breath
God bless her pretty wings
Best believe we all got some sand that shields us from the beach that life can be
Surely goodness and mercy follows me
And the seashore may seem serene,
But what is peace when a parent's departure plants seeds of grief in the ground of our foundation
This anger ain't unfounded!
Tear ducts got me drowning!
Raging waters wash me father,
Curse me not and help me garner
My mother's gift,
Even in the midst of her absence
Let love release this demon
Let love release this demon
For good
Chris Coles' Gleam - Mother's Gift:Through the Portal (feat. Orlando Watson) Lyrics
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Ain't no secret about it
Mama can't hold water
Her body is built with a faucet fixed where her flesh folds
Therefore femininity enables infants to flow down Canal Street where levees are bound to break
So, hurricanes adopt the names of humankind as a reminder of the power that parallels a mother's portal where mortals do manifest
And to think that/
To think that wave was the kind gesture that applied the kind of pressure for trimesters to materialize is surely Divine
So, we magnify this woman's work from the onset
Dead set to maximize her wellbeing until her very last breath
God bless her pretty wings
Best believe we all got some sand that shields us from the beach that life can be
Surely goodness and mercy follows me
And the seashore may seem serene,
But what is peace when a parent's departure plants seeds of grief in the ground of our foundation
This anger ain't unfounded!
Tear ducts got me drowning!
Raging waters wash me father,
Curse me not and help me garner
My mother's gift,
Even in the midst of her absence
Let love release this demon
Let love release this demon
For good
Mama can't hold water
Her body is built with a faucet fixed where her flesh folds
Therefore femininity enables infants to flow down Canal Street where levees are bound to break
So, hurricanes adopt the names of humankind as a reminder of the power that parallels a mother's portal where mortals do manifest
And to think that/
To think that wave was the kind gesture that applied the kind of pressure for trimesters to materialize is surely Divine
So, we magnify this woman's work from the onset
Dead set to maximize her wellbeing until her very last breath
God bless her pretty wings
Best believe we all got some sand that shields us from the beach that life can be
Surely goodness and mercy follows me
And the seashore may seem serene,
But what is peace when a parent's departure plants seeds of grief in the ground of our foundation
This anger ain't unfounded!
Tear ducts got me drowning!
Raging waters wash me father,
Curse me not and help me garner
My mother's gift,
Even in the midst of her absence
Let love release this demon
Let love release this demon
For good
Writer: Orlando Watson
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