Testo Heritage - Regents feat. Cartridge & Strategy
Testo della canzone Heritage (Regents feat. Cartridge & Strategy), tratta dall'album Shegry
Stepped in this year, check the greys
In my beard and respect me, a veteran
Came in with a manny accent when everybody was obsessed with Americans
And we left them a legacy of broken
English without having any reference
Killing it dead, we'll be coming off stage to a room full of skeletons
This is all in your ancestry, Manchester in your genealogy
No emission, no smoke, no carbon, I'm telling
You the very definition of a green economy
When there wasn't any options around
Other than getting about anonymous
Growing up in a place where they're saying
To your face that they don't like foreigners
But you can't say we aren't thriving, you
Couldn't ever say we didn't start movements
Man are throwing money in the fruit machine
But you couldn't ever set man for amusement
Snoozing, we ain't ever dozing at all 'cause
We know that sleep is the cousin of death
That's why I'm wide awake in the middle of the night
'Til I make it to the top, no, I never can rest
Been around from the time that the
Middle of the town got pedestrianised
Bully in shape cah running from the feds was exercise
Fully focused on a low budget so I gotta make the most of studio time
Meanwhile, my brother got lost in the
System, we missed him between '02 and '05
I was tryna find some direction before Trinity Estate got regenerated
Now these outsiders are coming in and looking at me like a native
Them lot are giving us the blame, they say we'll never be exonerated
I can never understand anything they're saying cah I ain't translating
I'ma stay proud of my background, I gotta be proud of my heritage
Royalty in my lineage, I'ma need a crown for all of my relatives
My city got hit with the biggest bomb seen since World War II
Man are looting on the regs out here
Better get whatever you can, fill your boots
Yo, we're raising the dead, better pour your drink and bill your zoots
And you're gonna need only the intelligence to instill in your youths
We've been killing them all, how many
Dead bodies can you fit in your boot?
I tell 'em go with God, we stay back on the youth like Brazilians do
History deep cah my grandad came from Saint Ann Parish
They can think what they want but they
Couldn't ever try say man's savage
Got a lot of concepts and they're finding it hard to conceptualise
And nobody's ever gonna step to the side, it's a question of pride
Dead up inside, I ain't always feeling especially alive
Treating myself cah all of my medicine's self-prescribed
Cancel the chorus, their attention span's gonna get tested
Spill my guts on the tune, it's the
Truth so it's gonna get very expressive
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Writer(s): John Edward James Wheeler, Peter Benjamin Turnbull
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