Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] I fed you at dawn Fed you through tears One tiny latch Turned into years They say, “Maybe not enough” Like I did not try But my whole body Been asking why I tracked every ounce Counted each day White-knuckle nights Kept the worry away You on my chest Warm like prayer I gave you my all I was right there [Pre-Chorus] Don’t name my fear Like it’s my fault Don’t cut my heart With what you thought I know that look I know that sting A mother hears blame In everything [Chorus] Breastfeeding is my goal (my goal) Don’t say I failed, baby Breastfeeding is my goal (my goal) My heart’s been breaking, maybe I gave you love I gave you time Don’t make my pain Look like a crime Breastfeeding is my goal (my goal) But I still need grace, baby [Verse 2] Some days it works Some days it won’t Some days I cry And say “I can’t” in my throat Pumping by moon Waiting on a sign One more ounce Would’ve saved my mind And every word That people throw Hangs on my back Heavy and cold You never see What it takes to stay When milk won’t come But love won’t go away [Pre-Chorus] Don’t name my fear Like it’s my fault Don’t cut my heart With what you thought I know that look I know that sting A mother hears blame In everything [Chorus] Breastfeeding is my goal (my goal) Don’t say I failed, baby Breastfeeding is my goal (my goal) My heart’s been breaking, maybe I gave you love I gave you time Don’t make my pain Look like a crime Breastfeeding is my goal (my goal) But I still need grace, baby [Bridge] Hold on me Not on the score I’m still your home Even if it’s more Than what they measure Than what they see My love is enough Let it breathe [Chorus] Breastfeeding is my goal (my goal) Don’t say I failed, baby Breastfeeding is my goal (my goal) My heart’s been breaking, maybe I gave you love I gave you time Don’t make my pain Look like a crime Breastfeeding is my goal (my goal) But I still need grace, baby
Tags
Hip-hop with a laid-back head-nod groove and warm boom-bap drums; verse rides sparse kick, snare, and a dusty piano loop, pre-chorus strips to bass and snapped fingers, chorus hits with stacked vocal doubles and a soulful sung hook. Bridge pulls back to filtered drums and breathy ad-libs, then final chorus returns with handclaps and a muted choir pad. Close-mic female vocals, intimate and punchy, with short delay throws on hook words and vinyl texture in transitions., hip hop
Duration
3:03
Instrumental
No
Created
4/20/2026