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Hostile_Rampage - Mama The Pressure Abroad Made Me Run Back to My Roots Lyrics



Hostile_Rampage - Mama The Pressure Abroad Made Me Run Back to My Roots Lyrics




The bass guitar opens with a deep, heartbeat rhythm, setting the foundation. The electric guitar skanks lightly, while the drums ease in with a soft one-drop beat. Keys add a subtle warmth, and the flute introduces a soft, melancholic melody that floats through, evoking the feeling of homesickness.

The vocals start smooth, with a gentle sway, reflecting the boy's exhaustion and stress from living abroad. The acoustic guitar softly strums, blending with light bongos in the background, while the keys and bass maintain a steady rhythm.
I thought life would be sweet on the other side,
Dreams of gold, endless streets, and a place to hide.
But the work, Mama, it never ends,
No nature, no love, just paper to spend.
No beach, no trees, just buildings tall,
Every day I worked, feeling small.

My mind's broken, I'm out of breath,
The pressure here, it's worse than death.

Mama, the pressure abroad made me run back to my roots,
No peace, no rest, no love, no fruits.
I'm back to my roots, and I don't regret one bit,
Found my peace, my home where I fit.

I thought I'd make it, but I lost my way,
Worked all night and slaved all day.
No nature, Mama, no green in sight,
Just a sea of concrete, never felt right.
My spirit's worn, I couldn't see,
The city life was breaking me.

My mind's broken, I'm out of breath,
The pressure here, it's worse than death.

Mama, the pressure abroad made me run back to my roots,
No peace, no rest, no love, no fruits.
I'm back to my roots, and I don't regret one bit,
Found my peace, my home where I fit.

Mama, I told you I'd fly to foreign lands,
That I'd build a life with my two hands.
But out there, Mama, I couldn't breathe,
The city life took every bit of peace from me.
Day and night, I worked, never rest,
Livin' like a machine, failed every test.
No time to laugh, no sun to see,
The walls closed in, and they swallowed me.
I lost my soul in concrete and steel,
No more joy, just numb to feel.

Pressure mountin', I was losing my way,
Chasing dreams that just led me astray.
The hustle took my heart, the grind stole my youth,
I needed to escape, Mama, I needed the truth.

So I ran back home to the place I belong,
With the sun on my face and the waves in my song.
Mama, the pressure abroad made me run back to my roots,
I'm back to my roots, and I don't regret one bit.
(Back to my roots, no regrets... No regrets...)
The palm trees sway, the sea breeze is sweet,
Here in Jamaica, I'm finally complete.
(Complete, complete... Finally complete...)

Running free on the sandy shores,
Dancin' with the waves, I can finally soar.
The laughter of my people, the smell of the sea,
I found my spirit, I'm finally me.
Mama, the pressure was heavy, the burden was real,
But back in your arms, I can finally heal.
The roots of my heart, they pull me back down,
In this paradise, I wear my crown.

No more hustle, no more strife,
Just the rhythm of the island, the heartbeat of life.
Mama, I'm grateful for the lessons I learned,
But here in my roots, I finally returned.

So I ran back home to the place I belong,
With the sun on my face and the waves in my song.
Mama, the pressure abroad made me run back to my roots,
I'm back to my roots, and I don't regret one bit.
(Back to my roots, no regrets... No regrets...)
The palm trees sway, the sea breeze is sweet,
Here in Jamaica, I'm finally complete.
(Complete, complete... Finally complete...)

Mama, I'm home, where I'm meant to be,
Running back to my roots, finally free.
(Back to my roots... Free at last...)
No more pressure, just love and light,
In my homeland, everything feels right.
(Right, right... Everything feels right...)

Mama, I'm grateful for the lessons I learned,
But here in my roots, I finally returned.

So I ran back home to the place I belong,
With the sun on my face and the waves in my song.
Mama, the pressure abroad made me run back to my roots,
I'm back to my roots, and I don't regret one bit.
(Back to my roots, no regrets... No regrets...)
The palm trees sway, the sea breeze is sweet,
Here in Jamaica, I'm finally complete.
(Complete, complete... Finally complete...)

Mama, I'm home, where I'm meant to be,
Running back to my roots, finally free.
(Back to my roots... Free at last...)
No more pressure, just love and light,
In my homeland, everything feels right.
(Right, right... Everything feels right...)
(Mama am baaaaaaack Ooooooo...)
(Finally freeeeeeee...) (No regrets Ooooo...)
Mama the Pressure Abroad Made Me Run Back to My Roots... (O Mama... O Mamaaaaaaaaaaaaa...)
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The bass guitar opens with a deep, heartbeat rhythm, setting the foundation. The electric guitar skanks lightly, while the drums ease in with a soft one-drop beat. Keys add a subtle warmth, and the flute introduces a soft, melancholic melody that floats through, evoking the feeling of homesickness.

The vocals start smooth, with a gentle sway, reflecting the boy's exhaustion and stress from living abroad. The acoustic guitar softly strums, blending with light bongos in the background, while the keys and bass maintain a steady rhythm.
I thought life would be sweet on the other side,
Dreams of gold, endless streets, and a place to hide.
But the work, Mama, it never ends,
No nature, no love, just paper to spend.
No beach, no trees, just buildings tall,
Every day I worked, feeling small.

My mind's broken, I'm out of breath,
The pressure here, it's worse than death.

Mama, the pressure abroad made me run back to my roots,
No peace, no rest, no love, no fruits.
I'm back to my roots, and I don't regret one bit,
Found my peace, my home where I fit.

I thought I'd make it, but I lost my way,
Worked all night and slaved all day.
No nature, Mama, no green in sight,
Just a sea of concrete, never felt right.
My spirit's worn, I couldn't see,
The city life was breaking me.

My mind's broken, I'm out of breath,
The pressure here, it's worse than death.

Mama, the pressure abroad made me run back to my roots,
No peace, no rest, no love, no fruits.
I'm back to my roots, and I don't regret one bit,
Found my peace, my home where I fit.

Mama, I told you I'd fly to foreign lands,
That I'd build a life with my two hands.
But out there, Mama, I couldn't breathe,
The city life took every bit of peace from me.
Day and night, I worked, never rest,
Livin' like a machine, failed every test.
No time to laugh, no sun to see,
The walls closed in, and they swallowed me.
I lost my soul in concrete and steel,
No more joy, just numb to feel.

Pressure mountin', I was losing my way,
Chasing dreams that just led me astray.
The hustle took my heart, the grind stole my youth,
I needed to escape, Mama, I needed the truth.

So I ran back home to the place I belong,
With the sun on my face and the waves in my song.
Mama, the pressure abroad made me run back to my roots,
I'm back to my roots, and I don't regret one bit.
(Back to my roots, no regrets... No regrets...)
The palm trees sway, the sea breeze is sweet,
Here in Jamaica, I'm finally complete.
(Complete, complete... Finally complete...)

Running free on the sandy shores,
Dancin' with the waves, I can finally soar.
The laughter of my people, the smell of the sea,
I found my spirit, I'm finally me.
Mama, the pressure was heavy, the burden was real,
But back in your arms, I can finally heal.
The roots of my heart, they pull me back down,
In this paradise, I wear my crown.

No more hustle, no more strife,
Just the rhythm of the island, the heartbeat of life.
Mama, I'm grateful for the lessons I learned,
But here in my roots, I finally returned.

So I ran back home to the place I belong,
With the sun on my face and the waves in my song.
Mama, the pressure abroad made me run back to my roots,
I'm back to my roots, and I don't regret one bit.
(Back to my roots, no regrets... No regrets...)
The palm trees sway, the sea breeze is sweet,
Here in Jamaica, I'm finally complete.
(Complete, complete... Finally complete...)

Mama, I'm home, where I'm meant to be,
Running back to my roots, finally free.
(Back to my roots... Free at last...)
No more pressure, just love and light,
In my homeland, everything feels right.
(Right, right... Everything feels right...)

Mama, I'm grateful for the lessons I learned,
But here in my roots, I finally returned.

So I ran back home to the place I belong,
With the sun on my face and the waves in my song.
Mama, the pressure abroad made me run back to my roots,
I'm back to my roots, and I don't regret one bit.
(Back to my roots, no regrets... No regrets...)
The palm trees sway, the sea breeze is sweet,
Here in Jamaica, I'm finally complete.
(Complete, complete... Finally complete...)

Mama, I'm home, where I'm meant to be,
Running back to my roots, finally free.
(Back to my roots... Free at last...)
No more pressure, just love and light,
In my homeland, everything feels right.
(Right, right... Everything feels right...)
(Mama am baaaaaaack Ooooooo...)
(Finally freeeeeeee...) (No regrets Ooooo...)
Mama the Pressure Abroad Made Me Run Back to My Roots... (O Mama... O Mamaaaaaaaaaaaaa...)
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Writer: Osayevbere Iyangbe John (Hostile_Rampage)
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Performed By: Hostile_Rampage
Language: English
Written by: Osayevbere Iyangbe John (Hostile_Rampage)
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