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Tenesha The Wordsmith – Bastard lyrics
Ain't no place home
Loose ball moving
Along in time
One day I opened my eyes
And my grandmother was looking down on me
She calls me Tenesha
My mama's first gift
A mispronunciation of Tenesha
By a girl who loved urban classical music
I ain't been back to Africa since
My hair ain't never curled tight enough
And my skin never had that black that comes from too bright light
I am often a stranger in familiar places
I don't look like my mama
They say I act like my daddy
It ain't a compliment
Game playing, smooth talking
Colonizing the bodies of women
Daddy was a lost one
Beautiful, uncultivated, an uncharted mind
Mama was a wanderer
I'm a baby born along the way
A problem of misdeeds
Of a selfish claiming of space
Daddy wasn't a good man
I keep mispronouncing my own name
Mama's first gift
She romanticized Africa
But my heart
Is only a single country
I am often a stranger in familiar places
I find myself lost
I don't look like my mother
They say I act like my father
Ain't no place home
Loose ball moving
Along in time
One day I opened my eyes
And my grandmother was looking down on me
She calls me Tenesha
My mama's first gift
A mispronunciation of Tenesha
By a girl who loved urban classical music
I ain't been back to Africa since
My hair ain't never curled tight enough
And my skin never had that black that comes from too bright light
I am often a stranger in familiar places
I don't look like my mama
They say I act like my daddy
It ain't a compliment
Game playing, smooth talking
Colonizing the bodies of women
Daddy was a lost one
Beautiful, uncultivated, an uncharted mind
Mama was a wanderer
I'm a baby born along the way
A problem of misdeeds
Of a selfish claiming of space
Daddy wasn't a good man
I keep mispronouncing my own name
Mama's first gift
She romanticized Africa
But my heart
Is only a single country
I am often a stranger in familiar places
I find myself lost
I don't look like my mother
They say I act like my father
Ain't no place home
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