Sativa

Lindsey, 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 nigga getting caught up in the system in prison She told me when the evil come resist him When he think she bitching 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 nigga 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 shit 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

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