[Intro: Okenyo]
There's nothin' I'm runnin' from
Tell you where I'm comin' from
I know where I've been
I've been with you, you've been with me
[Verse 1: Urthboy]
Leather-bound diary, faded handwriting
Great-granddad thought it was a war worth fighting
He ended up surviving, had a daughter named Dot
That's my grandma, fell in love and married her boss
That's my grandpa, had a little hairdressing shop in Lakemba
First child ninth of December, in the years following the war ending
A baby boom set in, and now we call 'em boomers (hey mum!)
You were a straight-laced girl, say what
Went and got hitched to a chain-smoking guy, say what
I've got a bit of both sides no surprised, say what
Like you're looking my different coloured eyes, say what
I got blue from brown and green songs of Donald Byrd the Trumpets
The came from a thirty-three and a third, maybe they got me
My memory is a cluster of notes
Forming a familiar melody I swear that I know
[Verse 2: Sampa The Great]
Stress in the mornin', stress in the evenin'
Stress is what I'm feelin', it's no wonder I ain't breathin'
Music is my life from before I could breath
Cause my daddy sang my mommy some melodious keys
Melodious G, melodiously
In the end it was the birth of melodious me
I picked up the tune when I was in the womb
And I promise I would pride 'em with the songs that I'm doing
I wonder if they thought that I could change the world
If I could change the world well I would change myself
First-borns seem to always know better
The past is in the future so I get to know better
Get to breath better, get to dream better
You paid for my college so I get to eat better
I saw you in the past working long hours daddy
I saw mama give dreams so we could be happy
It's deep like my African lin'age
I bet you're gonna need an African Minute
Ode it to the ancestors
Cause they answer prayers, cause they answer
There's nothin' I'm runnin' from
Tell you where I'm comin' from
I know where I've been
I've been with you, you've been with me
[Verse 1: Urthboy]
Leather-bound diary, faded handwriting
Great-granddad thought it was a war worth fighting
He ended up surviving, had a daughter named Dot
That's my grandma, fell in love and married her boss
That's my grandpa, had a little hairdressing shop in Lakemba
First child ninth of December, in the years following the war ending
A baby boom set in, and now we call 'em boomers (hey mum!)
You were a straight-laced girl, say what
Went and got hitched to a chain-smoking guy, say what
I've got a bit of both sides no surprised, say what
Like you're looking my different coloured eyes, say what
I got blue from brown and green songs of Donald Byrd the Trumpets
The came from a thirty-three and a third, maybe they got me
My memory is a cluster of notes
Forming a familiar melody I swear that I know
[Verse 2: Sampa The Great]
Stress in the mornin', stress in the evenin'
Stress is what I'm feelin', it's no wonder I ain't breathin'
Music is my life from before I could breath
Cause my daddy sang my mommy some melodious keys
Melodious G, melodiously
In the end it was the birth of melodious me
I picked up the tune when I was in the womb
And I promise I would pride 'em with the songs that I'm doing
I wonder if they thought that I could change the world
If I could change the world well I would change myself
First-borns seem to always know better
The past is in the future so I get to know better
Get to breath better, get to dream better
You paid for my college so I get to eat better
I saw you in the past working long hours daddy
I saw mama give dreams so we could be happy
It's deep like my African lin'age
I bet you're gonna need an African Minute
Ode it to the ancestors
Cause they answer prayers, cause they answer
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