| A thousand guns a thousand un-cased rounds
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| Just aiming at my heritage
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| They told my people that my seed don’t sprout
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| Wiped out like we was never there
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| My grandpa told me son you best watch out
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| These folks will take your everything
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| He saw the branches off our tree fall
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| Down but old man I ain’t finished yet
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| Verse 1:
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| Papa weren’t a preacher
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| Mama weren’t no mother Teresa
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| Said her old man was a teacher
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| Still I found a way to mislead her
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| Twelve years old with amnesia
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| Twelve years on got amnesia
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| I tend to forget sometimes
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| (sometimes)
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| Instead of regret more time
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| (more time)
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| Its been 3 days my dear
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| Still ain’t built up the courage to see ya
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| Pick up the phone like I’m worried you near
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| Venture or vent sometimes
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| And fear never gained your respect
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| (I know)
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| But this fear surely made pretend
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| (or so)
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| And it’s weird I don’t love you less
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| (my girl)
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| Just the tears never made me regret
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| Now they’re clear guess your heart up for breaking again
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| I heard a master was made by his whip
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| And my father was made by a chimp
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| Guest a bastard was based on events
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| In a party with 8 of my kin folk
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| Selling charlie to old friends I didn’t know
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| Why my people struggle for clean clothes
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| And something to eat though
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| A nigga gotta clean his sole
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| Made me think though
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| 16 years since I been home
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| And every time you called I act busy on the phone
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| Now I’m getting god busy tone
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| Fuck
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| Verse 2:
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| Nanna was an artist (yeah)
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| Mumma was an artist (yeah)
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| And they both turned teacher
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| What did I learn though
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| I Skipping all my classes
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| I never paid attention (yeah)
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| What a little bastard
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| I never knew my Jamaican side
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| Like like I wonder where that half is
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| You could see it sports day
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| A nigga was the fastest
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| Running round the woods trying to find this tree that the apple ain’t meant to
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| fall far from
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| Fell farther from the roots to the branches yeah
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| From the womb to the casket yeah
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| For my unborn sister my unknown cousins
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| You’re still in my heart its love like granddads macaroni
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| And rest in peace to my grandad mac I know he
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| Wouldn’t recognise me if I walked by
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| His Alzheimer’s probably wouldn’t help either
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| But I’ll see you one day
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| Until then I let the song play
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| Because i remember that one day one day
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| Chorus 2:
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| My Mumma took me and my bro down south
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| We lived in with some relatives
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| My grandma said don’t let me catch you out
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| They’re mixing with degenerates
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| My papa told me son you’ll make me proud
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| I’m joking he was never there
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| I guess the branches of our tree fell down and landed on a nigga’s head
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| But we ain’t finished yet
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| Verse 3:
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| People need people that’s clear
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| But living in difference is fear
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| They told my grandma shush little darling
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| Innocent girl pure hearted
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| Never meant harm but her father’s fathers
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| Start
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| Was from a land far from ours
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| They’re asking questions
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| Mentions pressing for answers
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| The Romany shows better mask it
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| Don’t tell them bout palms n' the cards
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| The bastards will think dark
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| We know that it’s harmless
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| But they see it different
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| And you know living in difference is fear
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| So, Try keep ya distance
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| You don’t wanna bring trouble your way
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| But if the sun shines bright outside its too nice Rose you ain’t going school
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| today
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| Defiance in the bloodline
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| Past down all the way till it touched mine
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| Good and bad combined
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| So lenient and bohemian alma Buena see through the deviants
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| And keep moving
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| I guess that’s in the blood line too
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| Yeah this gypsy boy ain’t never need no roof
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| Just keep the sun on me Rose and I can’t lose
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| You are me I am you
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| You are me I am you
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| You are me I am you
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| You are me I am you
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| You are me I am you
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| You are me I am you
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| You are me I am you
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| Chorus 3:
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| My grandma told if the sun shines out then boy u ain’t staying in that bed
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| And even if u see its rain and clouds my darlin then you’ll be getting wet
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| But now I never let myself slow down through this weather take on anything
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| I guess the branches of our tree fell down and landed straight on top of my head
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| But we ain’t finished yet |