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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You the first one up, last one sleep
Hands smell like soap, but you still smell sweet
Stretchin' every dollar like it’s made of elastic
Turnin' little empty plates into magic
Bus stop rain, you was holdin' my coat
Lunch in your hand, and a prayer in your throat
Said “baby, be kind, don’t let the world change you”
The world hit hard, but your words came through
[Chorus]
Momma, you my miracle
Turnin' all that little into so much more (yeah)
You took every broken piece I had
Made a home outta hurt, now I ain’t that sad
Momma, you my miracle
Every time I fall, you the open door
If I ever shine, if I ever stand tall
That’s you, that’s you, that’s all
[Verse 2]
You ain’t have much, but you gave what you got
Skipped your own meals, said you “wasn’t that hot”
I was too young to see the truth in your eyes
Now I’m grown, those memories got me choked inside
You taught me “say sorry,” you taught me to fight
But only for love, and only for right
You the reason I can look in the mirror
And see more than my scars, see your strength gettin' clearer (yeah)
[Chorus]
Momma, you my miracle
Turnin' all that little into so much more
You took every broken piece I had
Made a home outta hurt, now I ain’t that sad
Momma, you my miracle
Every time I fall, you the open door
If I ever shine, if I ever stand tall
That’s you, that’s you, that’s all
[Bridge]
One day I’ma buy you rest, real rest (real rest)
Keys to a place with a yard and a sunset
Till then, every rhyme, every stage, every crowd I’m in
You the quiet voice sayin’, “baby, you can win” (you can win)
[Chorus]
Momma, you my miracle
Turnin' all that little into so much more
You took every broken piece I had
Made a home outta hurt, now I ain’t that sad
Momma, you my miracle
Every time I fall, you the open door
If I ever shine, if I ever stand tall
That’s you, that’s you, that’s all (that’s all)
Details
GeneratedMar 8, 2026
Duration2:27
LanguageTL
Style
rap, Warm boom-bap drums with soulful piano loop and vinyl crackle; male vocals, steady intimate rap up close to the mic. Hook lifts with stacked harmonies, soft choir pad, and subtle bass swell. Second half adds tambourine and extra ad-libs for a slow-burn, triumphant feel while keeping the groove laid-back and heartfelt.
Credits
Prompt byZenBandit760
ModelAria v5
Prompt
A song for momma, rap
