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 and got a shot that's all what ya got
Thank you for tellin' me so many, i know life is so hard
But, when I hear you fuck so many bitches, you gettin' rich
Money made anybody on your knees
Man, i'm waiting for you at the village, you better back
We have some party like the old day, you better check
Yo, it's not a kinda beef, not a bullshit gossip
Imma talkin with native on native phonetics
Sodara, di kampong kita susah banyak yang pi merantau
Kaka su lama tra bale, dong di mana tra tau
Ada bilang jadi preman, dong bilang ju karyawan
Cerita dari kawan, dong semua su kaya uang mo tinggi awan
Bicara orang pu lidah, tra tau betul ka tida
Tapi satu yang kita minta
Kalo su punya mobil jang lupa kata oto
Kalo ada hari bae bale kampung dolo to