Memories With Mama
Robert Glasper feat. Tarriona ‘Tank’ Ball
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You know what I used to love?
I used to love how mama would leave the presents under the tree
With a note that said, "Thank you for the milk and cookies"
But I always knew it was her because of the handwritin'
I knew it was her because of the
Wrapping or tapping into that soft spot
That place where black mothers live
In between smacking you upside your head
And working extra hours for Christmas gifts
But I guess that's what Christmas is for
Maxing out credit cards and gifts galore
Clearance sales and clearing out stores
Just for smiles from pretty black girls
And the joy of beautiful black boys
My, what a time to be alive
But I'd love to take it back to when love was on the table
Fake notes and homemade cards, extra
Chores to guarantee your favorite toy
'Cause we don't get together like we used to
Something in the gumbo is different
Everybody's so distant
Family don't visit
Bikes being replaced by the latest gadgets
Affection and gratefulness like transactions
Christmas used to feel like magic
Bring back the big house
The swollen gumbo pots
Big arms from mawmaw and pipes hanging from pawpaw's mouth
Bring me home, to New Orleans before the storm
To the very first day the South had snow
And we played, sort of, like this song