Hey, hey So many things to do and say But I can't seem to find the way But I wanna know how I know I'm meant for something else But first I gotta find myself But I don't know how Oh, why do I reach for the stars When I don't have wings to carry me that far? I gotta have roots before branches To know who I am Before I know who I wanna be And faith to take chances To live like I see A place in this world for me Oh, hey Sometimes I don't wanna feel (Sometimes I don't wanna feel) And forget the pain is real (And forget the pain is real) Put my head in the clouds (Oh, ooh) Oh, I start to run and then I fall (Start to run and then I fall) Thinking I can't get it all (Thinking I can't get it all) Without my feet on the ground (Oh, ooh) There's always a seed before there's a rose The more that it rains, the more I will grow I gotta have roots before branches To know who I am Before I know who I wanna be And faith to take chances To live like I see A place in this world for me Oh, oh Whatever comes, I know how to take it Learn to be strong, I won't have to fake it Oh, you're understandin' Oh, but we can come and do what's best There won't be north and south, east and west But I'll still be standing I'm standing If I have roots before branches To know who I am (To know who I am) Before I know who I'm gonna be And faith, oh, to take chances To live like I see A place in this world I gotta have roots before branches To know who I am Before I know who I wanna be And faith to take chances And live like I see A place in this world for me, oh I gotta have Roots before branches Oh, yeah

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...

Don't want to be a fat man People would think that I was just good fun, man Would rather be a thin man I am so glad to go on being one, man Too much to carry around with you No chance of finding a woman, who Will love you in the morning and all the nighttime too Don't want to be a fat man Have not the patience to ignore all that Hate to admit to myself I thought my problems came from being fat Won't waste my time feeling sorry for him I've seen the other side to being thin Roll us both down a mountain and I'm sure the fat man would win

Along the coast road, by the headland The early lights of winter glow I'll pour a cup to you, my darling And raise it up, say, "Cheerio"