Talilo - Roots (feat. Toni Hill, Mic Crenshaw & Wassla) Lyrics

Seed planted but grew up in the conditions Where
Hard environments fed us but no nutrition there
Check it embedded with what I wrote down
Feet in the soil I'm hoping to grow now
From the youth we ain't know the truth
Disconnected from the roots we ain't have the proof
It consumed every part of the food
We grew none just because they want to profit of you
In every hood it isn't good they rather feed into addiction
Then fed us all with a cure, rather be selling the prescription
The vision wishin the Mission division isn't the ripple
We gotta be coming together, by building eco resiliency
Earth holding the lessons of ancestors
Ang lupa ay ating buhay (The earth is our life)
Fight while these bullets go Do do da
While my Kasama at the bottom saying Sugod na (charge forth!)
Drums of war in this field
Dirty hands they can heal
Fertile soil feeds the soul
If you stand you can Grow
You can Grooooow!
Whatsoever may pass through your lips
The water, juice, or booze that you sip
Who you kiss, holy scripts
Words that we whisper the jewels that you spit
Think about what you put in your mouth
Does it build you up or is it breaking you down
What about the words that come out?
What is meant, the intent of you making a sound?
Mom made the Porridge strengthen and nourish
Forge in the forest, form birth til we flourish
Put in the time and the will Earth will provide
Harvest the garden no one should be starving
From the seed to the leaves to the tree we align
Food that we eat feeds our hearts and our minds
Freedom to lead leaving no one behind
From the root to the fruit with the truth intertwined
Since a seed they've been poisoning our seedlings,
Making us believe it's real food that we're eating.
Profit off the poisons DNA is destroyed,
And we wonder why we sick It's a result of their ploy.
You won't mask my genetic memory's,
Wont clean our hands of our ancestors ceremonys.
My dirty hands heal With Rhythms and harmonys
Follow me Whole heartily believe this eternally.
Sons and daughters learn to honor this medicine,
We do not need what the Pharmacy,s pedaling
Traditions dwindling this our chance to rekindle it.
Plant that seed nurture, water and LIVE with it!
Care for our mother as she does us.
Everything we need is provided with no cost.
Giving it up to my Muqluqs (MODOC PEOPLE) that fight for us
Na nook GA Sa'amaqs (All my relations) under the sun
Drums of war in this field
Dirty hands they can heal
Fertile soil feeds the soul
If you stand you can Grow
You can Grooooow!