Santo Domingo Sour

[Verse 1]
(You) got that same furrow in your brow Abuela had, July of '03
Staring at the caldero like it holds the key, but it's mocking you and me
Got the Goya packet bitter, I got the sofrito sweet
Another Sunday afternoon admitting our defeat
This recipe a family curse, a ghost pepper on the tongue
A history book written in a language we ain't sung
From a kitchen on the Concourse that they tore down in the fall
We're chasing after savor from behind a new drywall

[Chorus]
It's that Santo Domingo Sour, that sweet-tooth aftertaste
A little bit of her power, a blessing you can't waste
Got that bubblegum pop when the yuca hits the pot
Yeah, you know what we got, it's the only thing we got

[Verse 2]
Mami said, "Don't you even bother, hers was kissed by God"
Then she passed me down the spoon, like here, you take a shot, it's odd
How a memory can have a texture, slicker than the oil
How a flavor can be loyalty that's rooted in the soil
I saw you at the corner C-Town, hand frozen on the cilantro
Lookin' like you saw a spirit floatin' through the plate glass window
That smell of onions frying puts the whole damn block on pause
And for a second, we believe in her, defying all the laws

[Chorus]
It's that Santo Domingo Sour, that sweet-tooth aftertaste
A little bit of her power, a blessing you can't waste
Got that bubblegum pop when the yuca hits the pot
Yeah, you know what we got, it's the only thing we got

[Bridge]
It ain't about the flavor, it's the ghost inside the steam
It's the one thing that they gave us that's bigger than a dream
You and I, we got her hands, but we ain't never got the touch
And maybe wanting it this bad is what's worth so much

[Outro]
Got that bubblegum pop when the yuca hits the pot...
(beat cuts)
We ain't never gonna get it right, cousin.