Lyrics: Ayanna Adannay Cameron Blair-Ford
Music: Ayanna Adannay Cameron Blair-Ford/Ryan Henry
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