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letra de sativa - jesse jagz

living in the hood
my papa taught me to be good
no money for kerosene or firewood
mama told jago buy the food
and put evil over good now
in the land of the living
once he breathe that air and he got his body kicking
tears in his momma’s eyes she just seen him in a vision
she sitting thinking for a name before he get his christen
listen, she taught him all her knowledge and her wisdom
she didn’t want a n-gga getting caught up in the system, in prison
she told me when the evil come resist him
when he think she b-tching she gon keep on insisting, noooo
they didn’t have no television
cause she took all their money and put it in a collection
she watch over her son and she give him love and affection
they made it through the tension, i’m guessing with affection, listen
he started going to school for lessons
hanging with the wrong crowd left him an impression
what he went through filled a n-gga with agression
momma always bless him she gon never reject him nooo
mama sativa
my fire and my fever
mama africa
spiritual freer, and healer
mama sativa
my body in the river
mama africa
spiritual freer, and healer
in the land of the living
he learned to never trust the hand that always giving
it don’t really mean sh-t to break up on his giving
so much nonsense in the system i hope that god is with him, listen
life tastes good like chicken
and then you grow up and its just a competition
he hustle everyday he tryna find him a profession
everywhere he step in the people is gon reject him….ahhh
no body ever respect him
that should be expected he put that in his perspective
in the land of the living, everybody breathing
morning to the evening, moslem and the heathen, he checked it
everywhere cities being erected
everything that you dream of would be affected
life is an illusion things can change in any second
so we go ourselves a mirror till we finally reflect it
mama sativa
my fire and my fever
mama africa
spiritual freer, and healer
mama sativa
my body in the river
mama africa
spiritual freer, and healer
in the land of the living
everywhere he went he saw shadow going with him
took the same rhythm, he always travel with him
listen, he always found him in the same position, i’m telling you
everything you doing are the same like a ritual, habitual
everything material would be digital
economies are falling situations getting critical
listen to his heart and he a did what the spirit do, spiritual
smoke good herb like a ritual
learn life step by step is like a syllable
even if you man gat gold you die and they bury you
i’m telling you, friends and foes cry at your burial
land of the living, everybody in prison
living in oblivion, headed for carnation
listen, i hope that god is with him
people act like they care but they don’t ever listen, noooo
mama sativa
my fire and my fever
mama africa
spiritual freer, and healer
mama sativa
my body in the river
mama africa
spiritual freer, and healer
living in the hood
my papa taught me to be good
no money for kerosene or firewood
mama told jago buy the food
and put evil over good now

- jesse jagz

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