[Verse 1: P-ZO]

The sun, the sea, the scent of spices

The south the scene, a bunch of houses

A spouse for my daddy’s dad, situation’s handleless

They use to say “invasion”, I’d rather call it exodus

Ignorant, barely literate, no chance to get brighter

Right about the 50’s he dwelled in the cipher

Survival of the fittest, no time for remorse

Of course, no crib to live in so he take It by force

I mean poverty and public housing

Residents? About a thousand, nobody know what the amount is

My granny? Home alone except for Mary

She had the stomach for 5 motherfuckin’ bellies

I’ll keep my source hidden, his name i’ll never mention

It says he use to beat her just to get attention

First amongst the last, blessed to be the eldest

Presents for the parents? All they have is the essence

Talkin’ of my father, then he’ll got two kids to feed

The second one is speaking to me his history is mystery

Has to be hard for the shit he’s facin’

Occupation, lack of money fucked up his education

Tight outfit, carried by six the box is squeakin’

Composure? Yeah I keep it, my eyes? Ain’t leakin

I leave the service and my pa is mumbling

What? He reply “the flowers”, ok it’s the origin

[Hook]

From the roots to the next page

I wrote the book that I tell straight

But this story man need no publishing

Now tell me, what’s the origin?

[Verse 2: N. Vibe]

I knack stories for the Fool Comics

Sunday 9 'o' clock,17 day one

Now the due call me, last one of 3 sons

No sun in my first come, I came with the first fall

I'm full on it, I live double

I always get in trouble, superhero from the jungle

I was born now ready to fight the evil

Nobody knows my past but I struggle for the future sequel

Double education, double nation on my identity

Double guide lines take far, they get down with me

Family, society, from my school to my home

So every time I speech I break twice, i'll be right and wrong

Search for response, ain't no time for the past

Muthafuckin’ heroes got no time to get back

Search for results, long trip but I'm ready

I don't even know about the roots of my mum and daddy

Get it on when I recall all my mates see

The ones I play with street hide and seek

The ones I used to live in every night, in every place

The ones I need now, maybe 2 or 3 remained

I don't give a fuck about the roots of my states

I go back in the days and I wanna cry flames so

Let me get back to my runnin’ time

Cause you check for the start when you check for the last line

[Hook]