Ancestral (feat. Hak Baker)

Bottom of the pile, I hate what you are
And I hate your bloody ethnicity
Yeah (yeah), yeah

'Cause Granny came over in the 60s
Promised gold lined street in a metropolis
I wonder if it were an instant epiphany
That it will never ever be what she perceived
Down trodden turned people into mincemeat
That'll be what's left from the machine
But see my granny, she ain't like anybody that I know
Beauty can turn bods into beasts

But if you see yourself after 20 odd years
Tumultuous times and a million beers
Adulterous life with the same old fears
A lust for a new life, but you're stuck in a gear
Could you stare in the mirror?
Could you call yourself a winner?

Yeah, but if you see yourself after 20 odd years
Tumultuous times and a million beers
Adulterous life with the same old fears
A lust for a new life, but you're stuck in a gear
Could you stare in the mirror? (Yeah)
Could you call yourself a winner? (Could ya?)

And then my mum came over here in the 70s
And worked hard for everything that she achieved
I love my mum so much, she's the man in the mirror
Bless me with all my tenacity
But when you're the bottom of the pile, and they hate what you are
And they hate your bloody ethnicity
It's bloody hard in the city when you have three kids
Still working through your identity

But if you see yourself after 20 odd years
Tumultuous times and a million beers
Adulterous life with the same old fear
A lust for a new life, but you're stuck in a gear
Could you stare in the mirror? (Yeah)
Could you call yourself a winner? (Could ya?)

Yeah, listen, I mean you are what you tell yourself
Horrible words will quell your advantages
You will become your own disadvantage
I say don't take your own words for granted
I was a looser and a bastard
But my daddy was only a pho-, phone call away
You have all the answers
And you can be a dunce in your own class if you want, mate

Idiots congregate, geez sheep, but men emancipate
I was a sheep in the jail cell
All the times I would find, I would weep 'cause my best friend died
I used to ring up his voicemail
I made a man out myself, I was weak but my power runs deep
Mine, it's deep, it's ancestral
And I will never let my family down
Because my mum wears her crown on her head, it's ancestral (trust me)

Yeah, and then mum came over, dad came over, Gran came over
And they all did their thing you know
Showing the way all the time, didn't really get it before
But as I turn into a man I understand what they was tryna show me

Could you call yourself a winner?
Could you call yourself a winner?
Could you stare in the mirror?

That's it
RIP Granman