Roots

Root natty roots

Dread bringing dread

I and I are the roots

Some are leaves, some are branches

I and I are the roots

Some are dry wood

For the fire

Would you look at that

They need a dry wood

To cook their raw food

Would you look at that

Got to survive in this man maniac down pression

Got to survive

In irration

It's a root, not the root

Dread bringing dread

I and I are the roots

Some are wolf

In sheep clothing

Would you look at that

Many are gone

And few are called

Would you look at that

Nothing they can do

To separate I and I

From the law of our father

You see blood, is thicker than water

Would you look at that

Got to survive in the gale

Got to survive, people don't fret, no

We got the root, not the root

Dread bringing dread

I and I are the roots

Root not dead

Dread bringing

I and I are the root

Root not the root

Dread bringing dread