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Sweet Potato Burial by William

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Sweet Potato Burial by William - Hoodoo Trap Soul Song music cover art

Sweet Potato Burial

Hoodoo Trap Soul Song

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Mmm, you tried it, boy. Thought you could play in my spirit, But I’m covered. Ancestral hands, stay ready.
You tried to steal my soul, But baby I’m too whole, Ancestor on patrol— Now you losin’ all control.
Buried your picture in the ground, Inside a sweet potato mound… Spell hit you right back ‘round, Now you walkin’ lost through town.
Met you in that hoodoo group, Thought you had some common sense,
Talkin’ bout the spirits, Like you really heaven sent.
We vibed on the mystics, Ancestor’s root work,
Didn’t know behind the scenes, You was plottin’ that dirt.
You lit candles in the dark, Tryna siphon off my light,
Did a ritual with my name, Tryna bite me through the night.
But see, I ain’t your average woman, I’m a temple, I’m a throne,
You thought sex was still the deal, Boy, you should have known.
Tried to steal my soul, But baby I’m too whole,
Ancestor on patrol— Now you losin’ all control.
Buried your picture in the ground, Inside a sweet potato mound… Spell hit you right ‘back ‘round, Now you walkin’ lost through town.
You ain’t ready for a goddess whose bloodline don’t fold,
My people whisper warnings every time truth unfold.
When I felt that shift comin', That energy, y'all,
I grabbed that sweet potato, Baby, sent your spirit aloft.
I said a prayer to Big Mama, She said, child, do it clean,
Put his picture in that root, Send him back what he bring,
At last I heard he talkin’ shadows, Battle in the air,
Mind cracked like a mirror, You should’a never went there.
I’m protected, I’m selected, By the spirits, I’m connected,
Try to bind me, redirected, Your attack, I resurrected,
Ain’t no playin’ with my essence, Boy, you summoned up the lesson,
When you mess with divine presence, You’re gon’ feel that ancestor’s pressure.
You try to steal my soul, But baby, I’m too whole,
Ancestor on patrol, Now you’re losin’ all control,
Buried your picture in the ground, Inside a sweet potato mound,
Spell hit you right back round, Now you’re walkin’ lost to town.
Next time you meet a goddess, boy,
Step correct, power ain’t somethin’ you take,
It’s somethin’ you earn, And mine, untouchable.