Letras:
Roots The Hurricane

spits words out Let everybody hate me, make me kill myself I want to lie below the weight of the sky And then I'll rise above the earth in a hurricane

Wears A Red Bandana) [Outro:] Yeah Mother Fuckers Chuck Taylor O You Thought I Forgot About That Alias Huh Im Going Back To My Roots G-Unit Is

don't wanna' cross my little mama And you sure don't wanna mess with me 'Cause there's a wild streak running down from the roots To the top of my family

: Divided soul of a troubled man The final fight The final need to understand These tangled roots ripped from the ground Abandonment and worry Forever

understood his fascination with rhymes or beats In poetry he was considered elite Became a young gangster in the streets of L.A. Lost connections with his true roots

and not the place where opportunity's been knocking on my door Said that I let her down Trading my secrets with the birds and the bees Let your roots

From the highest mountaintop, so there, they can't stop [Chorus:] "Any way the wind blows... it's cool with me" [x2] [Verse 2:] Well now, you're solo and released a hurricane

: Divided soul of a troubled man The final fight The final need to understand These tangled roots ripped from the ground Abandonment and worry Forever