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
