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/
Sit
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
Ing/
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
Sion/
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
Sion/
And everywhere he step in, the people is
Gon' reject him/
Nobody ever respect him/
But
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/
Lis
Ten/
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 /
And
He 'n did what his spirit do/
Spiritual/
Smoked
Good herb like a ritual/
L
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/