roots of my Blues

The roots of my Blues I had to hear this , When i was a little child. It was a bad dis. And I was going wild. They said that is this child grave, talking bout my shoes. I think these are the roots of my blues. They said God watches everything. And that I don’t have to sing. But listen to the murderers black rock, Instead of going out to fuck. They put me on the loose These are also roots of my blues. They said my father is not able for his own shop. And I am not able for society said the mob And that I got much to learn But my books they still should burn The people behave like a stupid goose. These are also the roots for my blues Learning this and learning that Gave me drugs that made me fat. Trying is better than studying. But for everything you need a thing They left in refuse and abuse This is the main roots for my blues. If I am not sad they said I am a maniac. If I say what I think, What a psychotic link They didn’t stop my reduce That’s why I call them the roots of my blues.