Smooka

I live in dilemmas, among clouds
of smoke from what I smoke and there's only one
I stick with the same crew, fighting with the
sound on the same side and I feel that my
direction I keep claiming, singing
and I've been hustling for years, always
permanently by my side
always in full effect, never letting down
with the crew evacuating, to the bottom of the issue
for the hip hop solution
for your troubles, girl, get it all clean
and break the chain
'cause I know it won't stop, and no one can hold it back
the cultural movement that’s got me feeling alive
it lifts me, it shows me life
and its little problems in a different way
being at peace with Mother Nature
natu-natu-ral
it's what surrounds us and you see it only
by the acres
without more pressure from beauty, son of a bitch, fuck you and the worst for me
for my people, peace and love
without resentment, with honor, head held high,
fixed gaze, just my back
microphone in one hand, the other full of ganja
get ready b-boy, 'cause the sound is with your girl
I don’t compare, I share my lyrics with the
sound and with all the crew that hip hop respects
and they hit the system hard, living and real
like the old school
like the old school, the sound
that’s how the sound gives me its critiques
original hip hop, ragga and reggae music, so you
finally get it
what the movement is about, listen to me in your car, hear
my song, in it there’s joy to take away the
injustices that happen day by day,
live free the black man, free Africa.
more commercial, more or less, why not
here’s the sound more and to the microphone the dude
you can make it very clear (.......)
what I want are more and how many more songs
so I can enjoy later with my brothers
of badass songs at varied concerts
look where the hell we ended up with a park
we sit on the grass and the fun begins,
and while one rolls a joint and another comments on its quality
who put the vapes on the parrot and I feel like singing
I sing reggae, my ear’s already out of thread,
I like to bring the heat and bass, for these reasons I keep going, I don’t hold back, a circle forms
come on, I’ll sing another, 'cause I’m getting hoarse
and in the circle something sounds and they keep bringing the heat (...)