Songtext

Born under Havana sun
Kingston soil where my roots run
Street tacos in Mexico City
My fada Thorsten holding my hand
Now at Westminster station I stand
Watch the crowd hurry across the land

My fada gave us the bed
Slept on the couch instead
A quiet man with honest hands
Who taught us how to stand
No matter where the road bend
His wisdom keep me grounded to the end

Polaroid snapshot on the desk
Cables running from the drive
Taking studio WAVs straight from the session
Putting photos and sounds together
In a free editor with no credit bought
Deleting the CapCut ad at the end

My fada gave us the bed
Slept on the couch instead
A quiet man with honest hands
Who taught us how to stand
No matter where the road bend
His wisdom keep me grounded to the end

Marked the work NO AI
Real human heart in every line
Babylon system shift the label around
Locking down the human sound
Big platforms try control the name
(They try control)
But cannot steal our roots or flame

Thorsten French, mi fada
(Rooted deep inside)
From Kingston soil to London rain
(Walk on with pride)
We carry on the name
(Grounded in the end)