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
In this 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 separate 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 don't fret, no

Roots Natty roots
Dread Binghi dread
I and I are the roots
Roots Natty
Dread Binghi
I and I are the roots