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Promises from Chamomile by Ahnom

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12.Promises5:08
Lyrics

I missed a couple weeks where I would take some time to call you/
just know I ain't forget, to you I'll be forever loyal/
Don't trip and let that trigger all that guilt in your heart/
You may think differently, to me though you were there from the start/
My first breath, first steps, first love, first engagement/
You had screamed the loudest on my first graduation/
First memory was when you picked me up from off that pavement/
I wouldn't be here if you hadn't brought me to creation/
This song is for my mother. A legend, if you met then/
it's a blessin and no wonder why I stress so hard I love her/
Through my sickness and my hunger, ma, you would provide/
Through pain and struggles that would come up, ay I knew we would ride/
Said I'd match your strength one day and ay, you were so right/
Through the darkness that I brave I'm keeping you as my light/
You might've missed a couple years of mine as I was growing up/
but your love was never missing nah you're always showing up/ because you

Made a promise that you would return/
And make up for these moments that burned/
Made a promise that you would be back/
And love me for who I was no matter how I'd react/
Made a promise that you would be here/
Even when you were away and when you couldn't be near/
And you made sure that our paths would collide/
She kept all her promises, this mother of mine/

Woman born from fire, to this boy she gave birth/
with a temperment that resonated deep within the Earth/
From the dirt, I grew, she didn't think it matched my worth/
From her warmth, I bloomed, to make this art that I exert/
Quite different, you and I, maybe the apple flew far/
but seed's roots grew akin to the tree that you are/
I remember growing up hearing we're nothing alike/
Introverted little person, guess I wasn't the type/
to speak my mind like you often would to everyone in your sight/
be it with your friends or ones that you'd run up on and fight/
Heard some stories bout my momma, how she'd go and climb up trees/
Tiny soldier her face paint matched her father's fatigues/
Fought your siblings hunger pains and their fear when the thunder came/
while setting an example, so I guess it really wasn't strange/
that they knew exactly what to do for me/
when you put me in their care and you had to leave/ before you

Made a promise that you would return/
And make up for these moments that burned/
Made a promise that you would be back/
And love me for who I was no matter how I'd react/
Made a promise that you would be here/
Even when you were away and when you couldn't be near/
And you made sure that our paths would collide/
She kept all her promises, this mother of mine/

I'm 27 now, and just finding myself/
A couple words that I'd use when I'm describing myself/
Well to get specific, self sufficient even through a hellish living/
I find I can survive without a guide and no help/
I must've picked it up from hearing stories of you/
It seems the more we have in common with the older I grew/
I often ask myself in situations, what would you do?/
It's somethin' that's considered when I face these moments of truth/
I don't count you as a guide 'cause you're ingrained inside my person/
and ever since that happened my position's rarely worsened/
I feel I'm getting to the to top, so momma thanks a lot/
Saying sorry for what you put me through is something you should stop/
Just be at ease and know there's nothing more you can prove/
and help my sister grow to something as becoming as you/
I'll see y'all soon, I turned in my request in for December/
For now just listen to this song I hope helps you remember/ that you...

Made a promise that you would return/
And make up for these moments that burned/
Made a promise that you would be back/
And love me for who I was no matter how I'd react/
Made a promise that you would be here/
Even when you were away and when you couldn't be near/
And you made sure that our paths would collide/
She kept all her promises, this mother of mine/

Credits
from Chamomile, released August 8, 2017
Produced by DJ Flip Flop

Violin by Tatu
LicenseCC BY 3.0. See the Creative Commons website for details.
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