All my lifeI’ve run from my rootsbecause I wanted a different sky above me,but the thing about roots isthey run deep.
Finally, upon much deliberation,We adopted a human — he’s fully grown. We rescued him — he’s lately been alone.What did you…
My roots are dipped in honey,Gold-colored rhymes;They trip from the tip of my tongueAnd…
From one home to…another,roots ripped up and transplanted, buried crimes and twisted…
If there’s a canker in the flower, why blame the root?