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Ancestral (feat. Hak Baker) (Explicit) - Nitin Sawhney/Hak Baker
Composed by:Baker Omarley/Craigie Dodds/Nitin Sawhney
Produced by:Craigie Dodds/Nitin Sawhney
Bottom of the pile I hate what you are
I hate your bloody ethnicity
Yo yo
Yeah
'Cause granny came over in the sixties
Promised gold lined street in a metropolis
I wonder if it were an instant epiphany
That it will never ever be what she perceived
Down trodden turned people into mincemeat
That'll be what's left from the machine
But see my granny she ain't like anybody
That I know beauty can turn bods into beasts
But if you see yourself after twenty odd years
Tumultuous times and a million beers
Adulterous life with the same old fears
A lust for a new life but you're stuck in a gear
Could you stare in the mirror
Could you call yourself a winner
Yeah but if you see yourself after twenty odd years
Tumultuous times and a million beers
Adulterous life with the same old fears
A lust for a new life but you're stuck in a gear
Could you stare in the mirror
Yeah
Could you call yourself a winner
Could ya
And then my mum came over here in the seventies
And worked hard for everything that she achieved
I love my mum so much she's the man in the mirror
Bless me with all my tenacity
But when you're the bottom of the pile
And they hate what you are
And they hate your bloody ethnicity
It's bloody hard in the city
When you have three kids
Still working through your identity
But if you see yourself after twenty odd years
Tumultuous times and a million beers
Adulterous life with the same old fears
A lust for a new life but you're stuck in a gear
Could you stare in the mirror
Yeah
Could you call yourself a winner
Could ya
Yeah listen
I mean you are what you tell yourself
Horrible words will quell your advantages
You will become your own disadvantage
I say don't take your own words for granted
I was a looser and a bastard
But my daddy was only a phone call away
You have all the answers
You can be a dunce in your own class
If you want mate
Idiots congregate geez sheep but men emancipate
I was a sheep in the jail cell
All the times I would find I would weep
'Cos my best friend died I used to ring up his voicemail
I made a man out myself I was weak
But my power runs deep it's deep it's ancestral
And I will never let my family down
Because my mum wears her crown on her head
It's ancestral trust me
Yeah I'm and
Mum came over dad came over gran came over
And they all did their thing you know
Showing the way all the time
Didn't really get it before
But as I turn into a man I understand
What they was tryna show me
Could you call yourself a winner
Could you call yourself a winner
Could you stare in the mirror
That's it
R I P gran man