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I was smokin', blowin' reggies tryna get high
I was carrying that heavy when I walked by
Used to have a shitty life but now it's alright
I used

trapped
By your insecurities

I'm cemented in place
31 one years I've been here
Feet planted firm on these concrete slabs
Roots connect to the soil through

bathe in essential oils, and natural salts
I go into my sanctuary
Put on soft music
Music that sounds like water, and rain
And soft piano!
I say positive

in the wilderness
Overtaking by the bitterness
Have me praying for deliverance
Shit felt different I was in the dark I was ignorant
When the sun shined

to grow
Much taller than the tallest of it all
Was the reason that we trembled
So we stumbled through old roots
Emerging from the ground that stopped

somethings on a high shelf I jump and get it no help
Cause there's nobody else contending
Live by one saying if I dreamt it I meant it
Til' I got a suburban

Ay yo big up all the family in Leeds, man
It's crazy out there, you know
Yeah yeah
Man I was standing on the corner
By this mad accommodation
Touring

computer for music
Maneuver through any opponent with humor, then circle back
Save a bitch nigga for last like a blooper (yuh)
Hit up my producer, I told him

split open
Decoding the triple eye
Crystalized but often overly dismissed
By the fragile minds of the Def Dumb and Blind

My music is like a hit list
It

i change when they don't see through
When i shake my head you can hear my screws
I'm loose like a tooth that was yanked by the roots
Pulled by some

nigga, still listenin' to biggavel
Connected from the roots, that was seeded by the truth, head held up to the roof, I've
Been at this for a minute,

part about this type of music is deciphering who finna listen to it
You offended by my independence, knowing you dependent on somebody else's movement?

Surrounded by the sounds, asking will I sink
I've been losing lot of pounds, I've been on the brink
Fox tumbles around, hope one day I'll sink
Ask for your

following the masses
I do my thing, taking risks, taking chances
I see no boundaries, no impasses
To living my realized dream, keeping music fresh

You

i work everyday for the booth and some herb
I make my music in space while i build up my bank
Yeah 
I'm going for it all

I'm going for it all 
I

jungle, everybody busy
Looked for a place where I could stay
And I passed by the shop of a rastaman
Where roots music still a play
So I listened

assignment due
But I'd rather speak truth than find the square root
So hard to balance everything
With school, fam, music everyday
Trying to carry this

Growing, changing
Moving to places
Feeling like I’m alone
Hoping, waiting
Losing my patience
Hate it when you all go
I lost myself inside this music

test me fucking kneel fucking bow
I dont fuck with people
Hate toxicity and fakes are the roots of evil
You dont fuck with my music? well fuck you bitch!

rep the 303
Well let me make myself clear
I love this city
There's a party by the artwork down on Santa Fe
Grab your girls
Grab a bottle cause we're

She is benediction

She is addicted to thee

She is the root connection

She is connecting with me

Here I go and I don't know why I float so

"Roots" in school, that gives these little goobs they ammo
It made me hate my self, see I was stuck trying to fit in
Believe it or not growing up I ain't

the other day 
Apart of me is afraid to blow up in Toronto 
Cuz the music community gets toxic quick 
And they make about everything except the music nowadays

rancid and a stance which demands answers
The plants which remain standing offer fruits of divine passage
The juice of the wined pastors and the roots