Chris Reed

My Roots

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Chris Reed
2015
Chris Reed

Story

This is one of Chris 1st songs he ever wrote back in 2001.

Lyrics

My roots they come from an island, where the seas are made of blood

And the children use to play in it, cuz they knew no right nor wrong

 

Now, everyones told a story, about someone from poverty

Who took life by the neck, and made it something great

 

So picture a place, where the people roam and the language come from the heart

An everything that the people succeed will have to be called art

 

As a child they lived with, walls made out of stone

That my family picked up with their own hands and made it their own

My Baka likes to stroll in her garden, where the horizon’s always low

As the tide comes up to her toes, her gray hairs aren’t so old

 

Ya see, everyone’s got a story,

that’s got to be told out of glory,

before their winter come,

when(and) all will be done

 

Every night I sit and ask the same question; “what am I doing with my life”

I’m just tryin to have some fun and meet some new people and get what I need done

 

There’s more than 3004 different ways that our lives can go

Why do you think you must just pick one,

You got so much life don’t you know

We’ve seemed to immigrate from our own homes,

Our reasons are not all told

The place you come from where life is so rich, you’ ve left it back in a dich

 

Remember that, everyone’s got a story

Some are not from glory,

But you have to embrace it all, whether you like it or not.

 

My roots they come from an island, where the seas are made of blood

And the children use to play in it, cuz they knew no right nor wrong