Canción de Hamaca

Listen, this is titled as, hammock song
It feels like grapes, like to dip your feet
With a clamp, pause, white flag
Relaxing music and it's not from Jamaica

Depending on each other, like psychos
If you're alone, compliments rain on you
This day is not harmed by a hurricane warning
I want to take shade, under a bonsai

Without Facebook, Twitter, or cell phone
A solitary beach, mouthwash
It's a hands-free massage, for my spirit and my soul
My friend, get rid of the prudes by my side

I'm not here to be a fool, mine is for the west
I make my people travel, cheap like a bird
Airlines, everything is good, everything is super fine
Spiritual tranquility, Hail Selassie I

I'm not Rastafarian, but in the reggae music
In the reggae music yeah
I'm not Rastafarian, but in the reggae music
In the reggae music yeah

I'm not a Rasta wanna be, you feel me?
I row my way, this I made my essence see
C-P-R, ambulance, keep it real
It ain't, for a scoop it happy
Ain't that easy
I'm loved, man
Game over
Same struggle, same color
Same my African mama
We love Biggie Tupac super get the don't die
We are brothers from different mothers
Afros on top of the dembow
Focus on the dembow like Nat King Cole
Gangsta, play Sinatra, sexy like to the back
I hate the feline, but I love the cats
Let's make them feel the dance with the nigga, hey!
Causing an orgasm with rhyme, look!
In ga linga linga and the wamba ganga
My crew is my DJ another duo and my band

I'm not Rastafarian, but in the reggae music
In the reggae music yeah
I'm not Rastafarian, but in the reggae music
In the reggae music yeah

If I'm not a carnival, I'll be Watusi
In the past I was a thief like Masuchi
I'm not from the city, I'm from the countryside
Ready for the listeria for how long

I take my time, but I go out and send myself
To die in peace, I live warring
There was nothing left, boy
If now is when this is starting

My masterpiece, tell him, he who knows, knows
Speaking clearly, carrying a message
No hidden agenda, as I like it
Seeing my people together, it's now or never

From the cradle, I saw the improvements
It was madness, this blackness is a fan
Like in Quibdó, Latin race
Afro descendant, with the left fist up

I'm not Rastafarian, but in the reggae music
In the reggae music yeah
I'm not Rastafarian, but in the reggae music
In the reggae music yeah