Sick of this feeling I'm immuned
crack a smile not amused
I still got a lot to prove
trying not to lose my mind
was on top of the world
and now I'm, and now
I'm back to the roots
(Yeah I'm back to the roots)
Gotta live to lose but that ain't
what I'm trying to do
if you can't flourish here you gotta move
Father Time ain't waiting for this life of mine
I'm stuck in my youth 'til I go back to my roots

Ayo I'm glad that we parted feeling cold hearted
The fruits of my labor's back in the Square Garden
said one day I'm packing my bags and I'm going
didn't think I'd stay till this long,
long as I'm growing
sipping Coronas I think of Motorolas
The young nights under the park lights
dreaming to blow up
Always said a prayer then I laid sleep
yeah tonight I gaze at the same stars
the same dreams
Always good to see the fam
'cuz they made me who I am,
mom's got the vocals
and pop knows how to jam
yeah I'm back in the House of Arts
they're my heart
love still in tact safe to say we're living large
I made marks in the motherland,
rose like the Son of Man, pics and
autographs yellow stack rubber bands
reflect alone as I lay sleep
tonight I gaze at the same stars the same dreams

Sick of this feeling I'm immuned crack a smile
not amused I still got a lot to prove
trying not to lose my mind
was on top of the world
and now I'm, now I'm back to the roots
(Yeah I'm back to the roots)
Gotta live to lose
but that ain't what I'm trying to do
if you can't flourish here you gotta move
Father Time ain't waiting for this life of mine
I'm stuck in my youth 'til I go back to my roots

To the corners of the earth
and back home I took the bus
Memory Lane's the same
everything else ain't what it was
11 years gone too long friends moved on
relationships turned lukewarm
I just want to right my wrongs
hit up the bro to slap box yeah he's older
but quicker the sting of his smacks still lingers
Flex still dropping bombs hurry up and play the song
old school so what? I ain't tryna grow up
grab a slice at Amores mi amore
seeing these youngins flex I see their flaws
grandpa's old still praying I pop
I wonder if all my haters keep praying I flop,
Cross Bronx to G dub them memories embedded
always late to job sites but I don't regret it
younger days of Long Isl has been a long a while
rapper since a young child flossed out
lost and never found

Sick of this feeling I'm immuned crack a smile
not amused I still got a lot to prove
trying not to lose my mind was on top of the world
and now I'm now I'm back to the roots
(Yeah I'm back to the roots)
Gotta live to lose, but that ain't what I'm trying to do,
if you can't flourish here you gotta move
Father Time ain't waiting for this life of mine
I'm stuck in my youth
'til I go back to my roots, back to the roots