Mama Was A Kitchen Girl

Papa was a mere garden boy

Mama was a mere kitchen girl

Papa was a mere garden boy

Mama was a mere kitchen girl

(Mama was a mere kitchen girl)

(Mama was a mere kitchen girl)

Papa was a mere garden boy

Mama was a mere kitchen girl

(Mama was a mere kitchen girl)

(Mama was a mere kitchen girl)

And I am the water 

Seeping into concrete

And I am the flower 

Growing in the concrete 

I am mama’s refuge 

Sometimes I’m the air 

Sometimes I’m your ego

Mama says mama says 

And I’m wearing brown skin 

And my wealth is my body

Mama I’m a target

Everywhere I go

And I am a mockingbird 

I see what you really are

We all have our journeys

Just don’t start no trouble

Papa was a garden boy

Mama was a kitchen girl

Mama I’m the water
Seeping into concrete, drown

Papa on my good day

Sometimes I’m your ego, breathe

I am a mockingbird

I see what you really are

I need your loving heart

I want the happiness

That comes with loving you 

Sets the world on fire

Happiness

(Burn it to the ground) 

(Burn it to the ground) 

(Kitchen girl)

(Burn it to the ground) 

Don’t start no trouble

I want the happiness 
Sometimes I’m the fire, burn 

(Burn it to the ground) 

(Concrete, drown) 

(Burn it to the ground) 

Don’t want no trouble

I need your loving heart

And I am the water 

Seeping into concrete

And I am the flower 

Growing in the concrete 

I am mama’s refuge 

Sometimes I’m the air 

Sometimes I’m your ego

Mama says mama says