Me llamo Elder Jackson, I ain’t lookin’ back.
See that house over there? That’s my shack.
I’m at the MTC learning espanol,
And teachin’ the lessons to fill the soul.
I receive lots of boxes, yeah I’m doin’ fine.
The district kinda hates me cuz these goods are mine.
We eat, sleep, and study and that’s all that we do,
By the end of these weeks, our hinds’ll be blue!
Every night I’m prayin’, head down, on my knees.
For strength and for courage, to the Lord I can please.
The journey’s just started, my rhyme ain’t no joke.
We’re out to teach the people not to drink or to smoke.
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