Don’t Forget The The Roots
Big shout out to my motherland Westside eastside Flores Island Rakat, you know where it is? yeah your home sweet home The killer animal komodo, the place where ya from Party and Flores people just like sun and shadow Not a kinda hill mansion but more like a brazillian ghetto Everywhere I go I see my homeboyz makin' money for a good life They say "in the hood have no choise, nothin' change, you better leave" We just like mexican went away and never comin' back So I bring it back the childhood memories on the paper on my desk So you ain't gonna forget the place you learn football Mama watchin' tv, on it you kick the ball,childhood life goal Way before I realise life in the hood nothin' good Not enough water, electricity, even the mothafuckin' food Way before i see the big picture that people hate Us An asshole racist face dissin' me on a bus For my homeboyz whereever you are Bangin' on the street or security on the bar Bodyguard, money...