Roots
. . .
Roots
Natty roots
Dread
Binghi dread
I and I
are the roots
Some
are leaf
Some
are branches
I and I
are the roots
Some
are the dry wood
For the
fire
Whoa,
Look at that
They
need a dry wood
To cook
their raw food
Whoa,
look at that
Got to
survive
Inthis
man maniac downpression
Got to
survive
In
iration
They
say roots Natty roots
Dread
Binghi dread
I and I
are the roots
Some
are wolf
In
sheep's clothing
Whoa,
look at that
Many
are called
A few
are chosen
Whoa,
look at that
Nothing
they can do
To
seperate I and I
From
the love of our fathers
You
see, blood is thicker than water
Whoa,
look at that
Got to
survive
in the
ghetto
Got to
survive
People
. . .
Roots
Natty roots
Dread
Binghi dread
I and I
are the roots
Roots
Natty
Dread
Binghi
I
and I are the roots
