Roots

I have seen what happens when you grow your roots around other people

When the land that your feet stand on wasn't made for you or I

All the ribs in my last name weren't made from the dust of your religion

So I'll hold my roots inside my heart, twisted and righteous 'til I die

I'll watch my skin grow pale as I forget where my father came from

Where my grandparents worked the soil underneath the summer sun

I'm having trouble now keeping up with the language of my country

'Cause I'm branded as a real red, white, green, and blue American

I have seen what happens when you grow your roots around other people

When the land that your feet stand on wasn't made for you or I