Going Back To My Roots - Odyssey

Hey you don't be silly ... all the way, rich in paradise You are You are You you you are *I'm zipping up my boots Going back to my roots To the place of my birth Ain't talking about no roots in the land Talking about the roots in the man I'm zipping up my boots Going back to my roots I'm homeward bound Got my head to the ground Going back to begin myself I can't live for nobody else I've been living in a world of fantasy And I'm going back, going back to reality I've been searching for riches I had all the time Finding out happiness is just a state of mind Just a state of mind Just a state of mind *Repeat You could be rich in paradise Rich in paradise I'm homeward bound Got my head to the ground Going back to begin myself I can't live for nobody else Living in a world of fantasy And I'm going back to reality I've been searching for riches I had all the time Finding out happiness is just a state of mind Just a state of mind Just a state of mind

This is a special shout going out to my mama, Ms. Ernestine Charles Mama used to do people hair in the kitchen Press and curl, hot curlers, everything I love you mama Black hair is (a revolution) Cornrows (uh-uh, honey, I am tender-headed) Jheri curls (style sophistication) Afro puff (ah-ooh, ah-ooh) Hair weave (call her Miss Ross) Braids (pride, respect) Extensions (more of a 90s fashion) Asymmetrical shroom (banji girl) I'm going back, back, black to my roots Where my love can be found and my heart rings true I'm going back, back, black to my roots To the time and the place, coming back to you I'm going back, back, black to my roots Where my love can be found and my heart rings true I'm going back, back, black to my roots To the time and the place, coming back to you Black hair is (a revolution) Finger wave (a classic extravaganza) Press and curl (never mix, never worry) Flat top fade (very contemporary) Nail sculpture (urban distinction) Hot comb (ouch, mama, that was my ear!) Blow out kits (ooh, ooh tamba) No-lye relaxer (fried dyed and laid to the side) I'm going back, back, black to my roots Where my love can be found and my heart rings true I'm going back, back, black to my roots To the time and the place, coming back to you I'm going back, back, black to my roots Where my love can be found and my heart rings true I'm going back, back, black to my roots To the time and the place, coming back to you Black hair is... Now mama got her own salon down on Auburn Avenue And if you wanna know what's happening in Atlanta Just go to the salon That's to you and all y'all down there, brothers and sisters Miss Earlene, Lizzy Dean, Renetta Little baby boy, Tone Tone, Leonard, K-Ron, Cornisha Peace my brothers and sisters Peace, love and hair grease A revolution, a revolution A re- re-, a revolution I'm going back, back, black to my roots Where my love can be found and my heart rings true I'm going back, back, black to my roots To the time and the place, coming back to you I'm going back, back, black to my roots Where my love can be found and my heart rings true I'm going back, back, black to my roots To the time and the place, coming back to you Black hair is...

I and my go to a naughty party one day Them said it' s gonna be eerie there But when I and my go to a naughty party I and I was disappointed, yeah All we could hear there was their crackadoo All we could hear there was their shoobee doobee, yeah And the music they played there Was not good for a rasta man yeah It was not good for a Jah man And now, I'm going back to my roots, yeah, yeah Reggae music is all that I need I'm going back to my roots, yeah, yeah Reggae music is all that I need I'm going back to my roots, yeah, yeah Reggae music is all that I need All we could hear there was their crackadoo All we could hear there was their, shoobee doobee yeah And the music they played there Was not good for a rasta man It was not good for a Jah man I'm going back to my roots, yeah, yeah Reggae music is all that I need I'm going back to my roots, yeah, yeah Reggae music is all that I need I'm going back to my roots, yeah, yeah Reggae music is all that I need Reggae is mine, reggae is mine, yeah, yeah Reggae is mine, reggae is mine yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Reggae is mine, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Reggae is mine, reggae is mine, yeah, yeah Reggae is mine, reggae is mine, yeah, yeah Reggae is mine, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Reggae is mine, yeah, yeah Reggae music, is the thing to share And so right now, we are going share this reggae music Amongst ourselves I wanna hear everybody sing this song with us called Going Back to my roots Like this I'm going back to my roots, yeah, yeah Reggae music is all that I need I'm going back to my roots, yeah, yeah Reggae music is all that I need I'm going back to my roots, yeah, yeah Reggae music is all that I need I'm going back to my roots, yeah, yeah Reggae music is all that I need I'm going back to my roots, yeah, yeah

I feel sad, you feel blue I can hardly sleep at night For your man was sore all the time And I know I didn't treat him right You're going back to your first love 'Cause a good man is hard to find I say you'll have such a grand good man Believe me, he is sure on my mind I'm going back Yeah, you carrying it on back I'm going back to my used to be You're going back I'm going back, 'cause my man was so good to me When last winter when times was rough Look out there, Clara You know your man was in the pool yard Strutting his stuff, strutting I'm going back Clara, you say you're going back I'm going back to my used to be And it's this morning Back to my used to be What can you use him for Crazy about my used to be He ain't good-looking I love my used to be