My Inheritance



This song was written in memory of my mother, Donatela "Gina" Crenshaw, who died of ALS in 2017.  She was a dreamer like many of those who have immigrated to the USA in hope of a better life for themselves and their children.

Written by Nicole-Marie

Produced by Taylor Carroll at Bear Creek Recording Studio in Woodinville, WA

Mastered by Ed Brooks at Resonant Mastering in Seattle, WA 

Nicole-Marie - Vocals, Background Vocals

William Mapp - Drums, Percussion

Dune Butler - Electric Bass, Upright Bass, Synths, String Arrangement

David Salonen - Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, Violin, String Arrangement

Charles Wicklander - Piano, Synths



She grew up as the poorest on the islands

Only made it to the 3rd grade in school

When she made it to the USA with 2 girls and one on the way

She saw so many things she never knew


But she couldn’t get a job with her poor English

So she tried to be the child that she once knew

By going out ‘til late at night with bingo pads and disco lights

While dreaming of a better life to brew


Pre-Chorus:  And I know a thing or two about giving up your dreams

About always wanting more to feed your family

About saving face but lacking grace and having nothing to your name

And the only singing that you do is when no one’s watching you


CHORUS:  Though you had nothing to leave me

No money, land or things

The most precious thing you gave me, the most precious thing I have

Is the singing voice you gave me, it’s my inheritance


I realize how confused you must have been

When in 3rd grade, you would raise your hand

And the teachers would ignore the girl

In ragged clothes from the poor world

Who only learned that she could never ask


And I can’t imagine how terrorized you lived

By knowing who would die before they did

By knowing who was mad or sick, and feeling what was never said

And most of all, losing one of your kids





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