Naaz

Naaz - Uproot lyrics

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When you plant a tree in a pot that’s way too small, it can’t ever reach its full potential. It doesn’t matter how well you think you take care of it; it’s not lazy, stubborn, or unwilling - it just can’t. So, the tree tries so hard; the pressure of its growing, loyal roots pushes hard enough for its pot to break. We’re upset; it caused us a burden. The tree's will to live, grow, and reach its best potential has become a liability to the society we protect. Consequently, we send and collect all refugees, immigrants, minorities to the outskirts of the big cities for them to remain small and create no opportunity to outgrow their prejudice. Then, we dehumanize communities who sometimes end up in criminality, women who can't always follow the feminist path, and the dark consequences of hiding one's true nature. We dehumanize them in our prejudices, the films we watch and make, the microaggression jokes that ‘we should be able to say,’ and the way we leave them out of society. I’m a woman of color, the proud daughter of refugees, born and raised in the Netherlands. I grew up in Rotterdam Beverwaard, a place often described as an ‘achterstandswijk’ (slums) - I despise this word. The damage it causes. So, I made a song called ‘Uproot’ to help you understand (or relate). In my film, I depict a sex worker who takes pride in her work, a young girl navigating life with a refugee mom battling depression, a young boy reluctantly caught up in the drug scene, and a ‘straatjongen’ who's faced a lifetime of discrimination. Despite his tough exterior, all he really wants is to look out for the next generation. Unfortunately, people tend to steer clear, held back by their own assumptions.

There's a fig tree
On my rooftop
This gardenless city's acting too tough
It's poetic
For that plant pot
To even dream about
Getting big enough
I've got a pot too small for my roots
There's nothing I can do
I'll simply have to bloom
Far down below my capacity
They won't water me
I'm no priority
So I 
I grow weeds
To keep me company
While I depend on the sky
Begging for rain
I spent my days
Tryna get by
I must make somebody cry
To survive
Grow out of this life
Make somebody cry
To survive
Grow out of this life
I've got a pot too small 
I must uproot
I must uproot
I must uproot
I'm a flower
Won't you pick me
Pull me outta here
Take my beauty
I'll be your coward
Turn me into a bouquet
Find two lovers
Then throw me away
I've got a pot too small for my roots
There's nothing I can do
I'll simply have to bloom
Far down below my capacity
They won't water me
I'm no priority
So I 
I grow weeds
To keep me company
While I depend on the sky
Begging for rain
I spent my days
Tryna get by
I must make somebody cry
To survive
Grow out of this life
Make somebody cry
To survive
Grow out of this life
I've got a pot too small 
I must uproot
I must uproot
I must uproot
I must make somebody cry
To survive
Grow out of this life
Make somebody cry
To survive
Grow out of this life
I've got a pot too small 
I must uproot
I must uproot
I must up
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Author: Naaz

Composer: ?

Publisher: ?

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Released in: 2023

Language: English

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