Roots
The sun, the sea, the scent of spices
The south the scene, a bunch of houses
A spouse for my daddy's dad, situation's handleless
They use to say "invasion", I'd rather call it exodus
Ignorant, barely literate, no chance to get brighter
Right about the 50's he dwelled in the cipher
Survival of the fittest, no time for remorse
Of course, no crib to live in so he take It by force
I mean poverty and public housing
Residents? About a thousand, nobody know what the amount is
My granny? Home alone except for Mary
She had the stomach for 5 motherfuckin' bellies
I'll keep my source hidden, his name I'll never mention
It says he use to beat her just to get attention
First amongst the last, blessed to be the eldest
Presents for the parents? All they have is the essence
Talkin' of my father, then he'll got two kids to feed
The second one is speaking to me his history is mystery
Has to be hard for the shit he's facin'
Occupation, lack of money fucked up his education
Tight outfit, carried by six the box is squeakin'
Composure? Yeah I keep it, my eyes? Ain't leakin
I leave the service and my pa is mumbling
What? He reply "the flowers", ok it's the origin
From the roots to the next page
I wrote the book that I tell straight
But this story man need no publishing
Now tell me, what's the origin?
I knack stories for the Fool Comics
Sunday 9 'o' clock,17 day one
Now the due call me, last one of 3 sons
No sun in my first come, I came with the first fall
I'm full on it, I live double
I always get in trouble, superhero from the jungle
I was born now ready to fight the evil
Nobody knows my past but I struggle for the future sequel
Double education, double nation on my identity
Double guide lines take far, they get down with me
Family, society, from my school to my home
So every time I speech I break twice, I'll be right and wrong
Search for response, ain't no time for the past
Muthafuckin' heroes got no time to get back
Search for results, long trip but I'm ready
I don't even know about the roots of my mum and daddy
Get it on when I recall all my mates see
The ones I play with street hide and seek
The ones I used to live in every night, in every place
The ones I need now, maybe 2 or 3 remained
I don't give a fuck about the roots of my states
I go back in the days and I wanna cry flames so
Let me get back to my runnin' time
Cause you check for the start when you check for the last line
The south the scene, a bunch of houses
A spouse for my daddy's dad, situation's handleless
They use to say "invasion", I'd rather call it exodus
Ignorant, barely literate, no chance to get brighter
Right about the 50's he dwelled in the cipher
Survival of the fittest, no time for remorse
Of course, no crib to live in so he take It by force
I mean poverty and public housing
Residents? About a thousand, nobody know what the amount is
My granny? Home alone except for Mary
She had the stomach for 5 motherfuckin' bellies
I'll keep my source hidden, his name I'll never mention
It says he use to beat her just to get attention
First amongst the last, blessed to be the eldest
Presents for the parents? All they have is the essence
Talkin' of my father, then he'll got two kids to feed
The second one is speaking to me his history is mystery
Has to be hard for the shit he's facin'
Occupation, lack of money fucked up his education
Tight outfit, carried by six the box is squeakin'
Composure? Yeah I keep it, my eyes? Ain't leakin
I leave the service and my pa is mumbling
What? He reply "the flowers", ok it's the origin
From the roots to the next page
I wrote the book that I tell straight
But this story man need no publishing
Now tell me, what's the origin?
I knack stories for the Fool Comics
Sunday 9 'o' clock,17 day one
Now the due call me, last one of 3 sons
No sun in my first come, I came with the first fall
I'm full on it, I live double
I always get in trouble, superhero from the jungle
I was born now ready to fight the evil
Nobody knows my past but I struggle for the future sequel
Double education, double nation on my identity
Double guide lines take far, they get down with me
Family, society, from my school to my home
So every time I speech I break twice, I'll be right and wrong
Search for response, ain't no time for the past
Muthafuckin' heroes got no time to get back
Search for results, long trip but I'm ready
I don't even know about the roots of my mum and daddy
Get it on when I recall all my mates see
The ones I play with street hide and seek
The ones I used to live in every night, in every place
The ones I need now, maybe 2 or 3 remained
I don't give a fuck about the roots of my states
I go back in the days and I wanna cry flames so
Let me get back to my runnin' time
Cause you check for the start when you check for the last line
Credits
Writer(s): Flavio Carnevale
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