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nitin sawhney - ancestral lyrics

bottom of the pile, i hate what you are, i hate your bl++dy 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

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 bl++dy ethnicity
it’s bl++dy 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 l+st 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 b+st+rd 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 emanc+p+te,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

- nitin sawhney lyrics

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