Sunday Morning
Dutch ReBelle Lyrics

In the rain I met him underneath his umbrella
The singer met a stranger in the rain who sheltered her under his umbrella.

Waiting for the train, wise words sharp fella
The stranger waiting with the singer advised her with wise words.

Said I had a smile that could really use his help
The stranger complimented the singer's smile but noticed something was wrong with her.

Funny feelin' that I never really felt, he could read me
The artist felt an unusual connection with the stranger who seemed to understand her.

I was uneasy, feelin' like niggas did me greasy
The artist felt uneasy and betrayed by people around her.

But it seemed nobody believed me...
The singer felt unheard and unsupported.

Plus I'm dealin' with my grandmother's cancer
The singer's grandmother is suffering from cancer, adding to her stress.

Don't ask for shit 'cause you won't like my answer
The artist does not want to be asked for anything because she may not be willing or able to provide.

I thought I hid it, he saw right through it
The artist thought she was hiding her troubles, but the stranger saw through her facade.

Said never get over things, walk through it
The stranger advised the artist to face her problems instead of trying to forget them.

I ain't crazy is how he made it seem
The stranger made the singer feel understood and not crazy for her struggles.

When he told me that's the trouble with a queen living dreams out
The stranger explained that the challenge with living as a queen is to turn dreams into reality.

Let the seams out... gotta make it fit for you
The stranger advised the singer to take the necessary steps to make her dreams come true.

We hit the train station, said this is it for you...
The stranger parted ways with the singer at the train station, implying that he had imparted all the advice he could give her.

Said thanks for keeping me dry and he replied
The singer thanked the stranger for sheltering her from the rain, and he reciprocated the gratitude.

I know the world is dark but to keep the light inside
The stranger advised the artist to keep hope alive even in dark times.

Living this life ain't always what it seems to be but
The artist acknowledges that life can be deceptive and difficult.

Keep your head up
The singer encourages listeners to keep a positive outlook.

Do what you gotta do take a deep breath in, lemme see the fighter
The singer motivates listeners to keep fighting for what they want and take action.

We pray for love
The artist advocates for love and compassion.

And my goal is to make every day feel like Sunday morning
The artist's goal is for every day to feel peaceful and happy like a Sunday morning.

Cops said there was a shootin' in the park we be at
The artist heard about a shooting in a park she often visits.

They got Super in the leg, 4 year old in the back
The singer reports on the victims of the shooting, a man named Super and a child.

Same park we took my godson, how crazy is that?
The artist realizes that the park where she took her godson is now known for violence and tragedy.

We was just there... swear it's unfair
The singer feels upset and emotional about the violence happening in her community, especially in places she frequents.

We here, but they don't wanna know what we about
The singer feels that people in power do not listen to or value her community's voices or struggles.

They put condos in the hood, they kicked all my niggas out
The singer criticizes gentrification and the displacement of people in her community due to rising housing costs.

We shootin' for our dreams hear the bullets ringin' out?
The artist metaphorically compares her pursuit of dreams to the sound of gunshots that are prevalent in her community.

That's what we 'bout when the block is getting hotter 'cause a lot of niggas gone
The artist explains that her community must strive to achieve their goals in the face of adversity, including the loss of many lives.

Buttons on our fitteds RIPs on our arms
The singer describes the fashion choices of her community, including buttons on fitted hats and memorial tattoos.

Unhealthy kids eatin' unlucky charms
The singer observes that unhealthy diets and poverty go hand in hand in her community.

Tryna shake away the vision of a body on they lawn
The artist struggles to forget the image of a dead body she may have witnessed in her community.

So gone, city got my sippin' out the bottle
The artist copes with the stress and trauma of her community by drinking alcohol.

Tryna play my role not worried bout role model
The artist tries to be a positive example in her community without worrying about being a role model.

And every time I'm headed out door all I hear
The singer hears her mother's voice in her head every time she leaves the house.

Is my momma's voice ringin' in my ear hella clear sayin'
The artist's mother left a lasting impression on her with her advice and guidance.

She said my daddy used to beat me like a habit
The singer recounts her mother's experience of domestic violence with her father.

Used a wooden broom till one day I just grabbed it
The singer's mother fought back against her abuser by using a broom as a weapon.

Put it to his neck, and screamed I just had it
The singer's mother reached her breaking point and threatened her abuser with a broomstick.

Temper getting shorter, how could you do this to your daughter?
The artist's mother was angry and hurt that her husband would abuse her and the children.

That sick shit like, how could he record her?
The artist is appalled at the idea of recording the abuse, which adds a new layer of pain and violation.

Once a dime now she givin' quickies for a quarter
The singer expresses sadness and frustration that her mother had to resort to prostitution to make ends meet.

Never mind all the teddy bears niggas bought her
The singer recalls the gifts that men gave her mother, which did not make up for the trauma she endured.

On her own, grown frontin' like you can't afford her
The artist describes her mother's independence and unwillingness to accept anyone's pity or charity.

Yo you never know (uh-uh) maybe one day
The artist notes that everyone has a backstory and is going through their own struggles, and things can change.

She gon learn that life ain't always a runway
The artist advises listeners that life is not always glamorous and can be tough and unpredictable.

'Cause Looks to these crooks is somethin' like gunplay
The singer compares the importance of looks to violence, suggesting that people are judged and treated harshly based on physical appearance.

They cock back and spray whateva chick in the way
The artist describes the indiscriminate violence in her community, which affects anyone who happens to be in the line of fire.

But hey... you can go see it for yourself
The singer challenges people to come see the reality of her community for themselves, rather than relying on stereotypes or assumptions.

But if you gon' be it, you should be it for yourself
The singer encourages listeners to pursue their dreams and goals for their own sake, rather than trying to meet others' expectations.

Never giving up like they taught me to
The singer asserts her determination and resilience, which she learned from her upbringing.

I might fall a couple times but I'm walking through
The artist acknowledges that setbacks may occur but she will persevere and try again.