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For every youth raised where survival came before dreams
Straight from the concrete jungle, Nattiy roots, bless em
Born with a siren, sing louder than the church bells
Mama fightin’ demons, uncle fresh out of jail cells
Hallways smell like smoked liquor and a broken pride
Little boys learn quick how to bury fear inside
Seen a man O.D. before I ever learned fractions
Teachers talk hope, but the block teach reactions
Old heads palm to corner, numb from the hard years
Tryna give game while they drownin’ in cheap beers
Ain't nobody evil, they just lost in a maze
Tryna survive in a fire that been burnin’ for days
Little girls grow cold way before they should
Everybody wear scars underneath their hood
And the news only show us when the bodies hit pavement
Never showed a young soul fightin’ hard just to make it
Still I seen light through the cracks in the struggle
Even strong roots need rain burnin’
Nattiy roots grow strong in the dark places
Young souls runnin’ hard through the heartbreaks and heart phases
Tryna find peace where the pain stay endless
Still we rise a mile through the hate and the trench
Nattiy roots
Deep in the ground where the hurt run deep
Nattiy roots
Still holdin’ faith when the whole world sleep
Young boy 14 with the weight of a grown man
Dreams in his chest but survival the whole plan
Cops roll by, lookin' tired and defeated
Everybody judge the child, nobody ask what he needed
See his daddy did time and his brother got addicted
Now he caught between rage and a future unrestricted
Could've fell to the streets, fast money, gun smoke
And said he right pain, every night through the blunt smoke
The elders say youth man, life all but hold strain
Can't let the system make your heart full of cold pain
Some become hustlers, some become teachers
Some just pray for better days and better leaders
And some will make it, yeah that truth hurt bad
Another candle point the curve for somebody's son or dad
But for every soul lost another child still fightin'
Still searchin' for the sun while surrounded by violence
Maybe the roots matter more than the soil they gave us
Maybe the scars turn survivors into creators
Maybe one day these youths from forgotten blocks
Turn their pain into wisdom, the whole world watched
I know even in darkness life still grow
Naughty roots grow wild through the cold nights
Still prayin' someday all these kids see a better life
From the gutter came strength, from the struggle came purpose
Even broken souls still deserve to know them worth it
Naughty roots
Growing slow but they still break stone
Naughty roots
Tryna build love from a place called home
For the youth still fightin' under street lamps dimmin'
Roots deep, hearts heavy but the spirit still brimmin'
From pain to power we write our own tomorrows
Naughty roots strong enough to swallow
The past, the pain, the nights that never end
In the sile of struggles we still transcend
