Ancestral

Bottom of the pile, I hate what you are, I hate your bloody ethnicity Cause Granny came over in the sixties promised gold lined street in a metropolis I wonder if it were an instant epiphany that it will never ever be what she perceived Down trodden turned people into mincemeat that’ll be what’s left from the machine But see my granny she ain’t like anybody that I know beauty can turn bods into beasts But if you see yourself after twenty odd years, tumultuous times and a million beers Adulterous life with the same old fears a lust for a new life but you’re stuck in a gear Could you stare in the mirror Could you call yourself a winner But if you see yourself after twenty odd years, tumultuous times and a million beers Adulterous life with the same old fears a lust for a new life but you’re stuck in a gear Could you stare in the mirror Could you call yourself a winner – could ya And then my Mum came over here in the seventies And worked hard for everything that she achieved I love my Mum so much she’s the man in the mirror Bless me with all my tenacity But when you’re the bottom of the pile and they hate what you are And they hate your bloody ethnicity It’s bloody hard in the city when you have three kids still working through your identity But if you see yourself after twenty odd years, tumultuous times and a million beers Adulterous life with the same old fears a lust for a new life but you’re stuck in a gear Could you stare in the mirror Could you call yourself a winner – could ya Listen, I mean you are what you tell yourself Horrible words will quell your advantages You will become your own disadvantage I say don’t take your own words for granted I was a looser and a bastard but my Daddy was only a phone call away You have all the answers, you can be a dunce in your own class if you want mate Idiots congregate, geez sheep but men emancipate,I was a sheep in the jail cell All the times I would find I would weep cos my best friend died I used to ring up his voicemail I made a man out myself I was weak but my power runs deep, its deep, its ancestral I will never let my family down. Because my Mum wears her crown on her head, it’s ancestral – trust me Mum came over, Dad came over, Gran came over and they all did their thing you know Showing the way all the time, didn’t really get it before, but as I turn into a man I understand what they was tryna show me Could you call yourself a winner Could you call yourself a winner Could you stare in the mirror That’s it RIP Gran Man