INTRO.
Living in the hood/
my papa taught me to be good/
No money for kerosene or firewood/
mama told me, Jay provide the food/
And put evil over good/
In the land of the living/
once he breathed that air and he got his body kicking/
tears in his
mama's eyes she just seen him in a vision/
ting, thinking for a name before he get his chris
tening/
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 him
when the evil comes, resist him/
and when he
think she bitching, she go on ‘n' keep on insist
now listen, they didn't have no television/
cos she took all their money and put it in a col
lection/
so she watch over her son and she gives
him love and attention/
they made it thru the
tension, I'm guessing with affection/
now listen/
he started going to school for lessons/ hanging
with the wrong crowd left him an impression/
and all he went thru filled a nigga with aggres
but mama always bless him, she don't ever
reject him/
Mama Sativa, my fire and my fever/
Mama Africa,
spiritual freer and healer/
Mama sativa, my valley and the river/ Mama
Africa, spiritual freer and healer
In the land of the living/
see he learnt to never
trust the hand that's always giving/
and it don't
really mean shit to break a promise given/ 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 profes
and everywhere he step in, the people is
gon' reject him/
nobody ever respect him/
that should be expected/
and he put it in per
spective/
in the land of the living/ everybody
breathing/
morning to the evening/
Muslim and
the heathen/
so he checked it/
everywhere cities
are being erected/
everything that you've
dreamed of will be affected/
time is an illusion,
things can change in any second/
so he got him
self a mirror to eternally reflect it/
In the land of the living/
see, every where he
went he saw his shadow going with him/ to the
same rhythm/
he always travelled with him/
he always found him in the same position/
I'm telling you, everything keeps going on the
same like a ritual/
habitual/
everything material
will be digital/
economies are falling, situation
getting critical/
so he listened to his heart /
he ‘n did what his spirit do/
spiritual/
smoked
good herb like a ritual/
earnt life, step by step,
its like a syllable/
even if you're made of gold,
you'll die and they bury you/
I'm telling you,
friends and foes will cry at your burial/ land of
the living/
everybody's in prison/
living in obliv
ion/ headed for collision/
listen, I hope that God
is with him/
people act like they're here
(they hear) but they never listen/

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