Roots
You don't talk like all the rest
They'd say
You're so proper, no offense
They'd say
Aren't you glad you were raised by your mom
You're only half, I mean, don't get me wrong
You still look like them
But in a good way
Well, offense taken
And I'm here to say
I am from my mother
She is from her mother
Her mother, her mother, her mother, her mother
They came from Ireland
Started a life
Now I am here and I'm grateful for mine
But I am from my father
He is from his father
His father, His father, His father, His father
They came in chains
Held in captivity
Endured all the pain so that I could be free
Abomination by God
They'd say
What are you? I need to know
They'd say
What kinda shit is this to say to a child
Want me to divide myself, pick a side
I mean no offense
Don't take it the wrong way
Well, offense taken
And I'm here to say
I am from my mother
She is from her mother
Her mother, her mother, her mother, her mother
They came from Ireland
Started a life
Now I am here and I'm grateful for mine
But I am from my father
He is from his mother
Her mother, Her father, His father, His father
The word abolished, it didn't mean free
Carried the weight and they did it for me
I am from my father
He is from his mother
Her mother, her mother, her mother, her mother
They gave us life, hoping we would be free
I am a flower, they planted the seeds
They'd say
You're so proper, no offense
They'd say
Aren't you glad you were raised by your mom
You're only half, I mean, don't get me wrong
You still look like them
But in a good way
Well, offense taken
And I'm here to say
I am from my mother
She is from her mother
Her mother, her mother, her mother, her mother
They came from Ireland
Started a life
Now I am here and I'm grateful for mine
But I am from my father
He is from his father
His father, His father, His father, His father
They came in chains
Held in captivity
Endured all the pain so that I could be free
Abomination by God
They'd say
What are you? I need to know
They'd say
What kinda shit is this to say to a child
Want me to divide myself, pick a side
I mean no offense
Don't take it the wrong way
Well, offense taken
And I'm here to say
I am from my mother
She is from her mother
Her mother, her mother, her mother, her mother
They came from Ireland
Started a life
Now I am here and I'm grateful for mine
But I am from my father
He is from his mother
Her mother, Her father, His father, His father
The word abolished, it didn't mean free
Carried the weight and they did it for me
I am from my father
He is from his mother
Her mother, her mother, her mother, her mother
They gave us life, hoping we would be free
I am a flower, they planted the seeds
Credits
Writer(s): Lindsey Lewis
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