TALLAWAH ft. DEACON Lyrics

You got that somethin'

That makes them mad

We have a history

I bet you never knew we had

They said the damage was done, too bad

But we were kings and queens in a throwback

Did you know that?

Cause sometimes I'm apathetic

This world makes me regret it

And I tried to compromise

But lost me in their lies

So I pick up the family tree

See everything I want to be

We were here all along

I promise that you do belong

We might be the few

We might be the underdogs

We might be the ones

The ones they call lost

But we're the roots, the seeds

What Grandma said we'd be

Wi likkle but wi Tallawah, yeah

Wi likkle but wi, wi likkle but wi

Wi likkle but wi Tallawah

It may take a little time

To get things right

But we know the history

The darkeness fears our light

And even when its rough

I just gotta look above

And thank the ones before me

Cause I know they wrote my story

Cause sometimes I'm apatheic

It feels like they don't get it

I tried to comprimise

But lost me in thier lies

So I pick up the family tree

See everything I want to be

We were here all along

I promise that you do belong

We might be the few

We might be the underdogs

We might be the ones

The ones they call lost

But we're the roots, the trees

What Grandma said we'd be

Wi likkle but wi Tallawah

Wi likkle but wi, wi likkle but wi

Wi likkle but wi Tallawah

How many people it took for you to be here?

How many seasons it took for you to be clear?

Anywhere I go I know somethings leading me there

So any captivation I know the freedom is near

From born ready one people are many

Walking with the spirit of David the stone heavy

Weights we carry, spirit they try bury

You know how it goes when they cover the seed

Hey look, little man you're fed up just keep your head up

No silver spoon but soon you'll get your leg up

From when you get up you can make your bed

So never let them get to your head, don't ever let up

The fruit dont fall too far from the trree

And the roots dont start from the roots on the seas

Standing on the shoulders of giants you know the calibre

Even though wi likkle know wi Tallawah.

We might be the few

We might be the underdogs

We might be the ones

The ones they call lost

But we're the roots, the trees

What Grandma said we'd be

Wi likkle but wi Tallawah

Wi likkle but wi, wi likkle but wi

Wi likkle but wi Tallawah

We are our mothers' wildest dream

We are our fathers

We are our mothers' wildest dream

We are our fathers