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One of them is fat and
one is black and proud
Third drunk and wild
one slip and slid
one of them is shy
one is young and wise
homegrown battle tested you love these guys
brought the hood on them
the story told yet bonded against all odds
ain't no them apart
swore (?) death do them in
even in reincarnation they would do it

[Ron
Who ever thought six different strands
would lock together locked
rockin leathery wood told you and cris go good
with some watermelon albums coast to coast
across the seas gave everything we
our tears our our blood, 'cause

I am we are
we are I am
say
We are on a

Now throw your to the sky
turn up the just ride
we representin
we are on a

we are I am
I am we are
Hey, its Roots Day!
we are on a

Now throw hands to the sky
to the music we ride
we represintin
We are on a

[B. (R. Prophit)]
Now we than wood, playa (we tougher than leather)
Us hustle together (uh uh not just for the cheddar)
Look we trustin each other (Sayin "um you fuck with my brother?)
you gotta suffer the reprocutions we come the gutter
(white kangol white glass six suit with the matching)
boots came from the blowin smoke out the nostrals
(havin trouble with student we struggle for too long)
but now we can move on put that on my
(we are because I am hard to understand it)
far a shootin star (rather play on my planet)
Power (demanded)
to us was hand
(play it as as you can and say just how we played it)

[R.
Bring out your kids and just em
cotton candy freedom
raised by (?) and em
as Shirly Temple singin
Clown on the
on the ferris wheel
Its magic floatin, smokin, take up a from Fish Scales

[Fish
Man, we straight
real and real estates
weapons we put
we out with nappy days

[R.
Sparklers light up the dark fireworks in the

[Fish
Shrimp ala car red wine tart
soldiers comin home
Watchin after the war is
raining confetti
singing out the nappy
get rid of
wash em away with
irish to
haitians to the

Deville]
As I jot down in my pad some day considered important to me
the birth of my son the day I signed my first recording
it was sorta my soul to the devil
and I was allowing him to it
but the true essence of this art form can't be confined to and evil
of folks on the grind to this bullshit and my real yeagas stuck around
so days a tribute a celebration
I am because we all stay
Shit, I am gonna it Nappy 365 and 7 days a week
we fortunate to make it out that trap the forest roots they runnin deep

till fade]