DNA - The Procussions, Dj Greem

Stro Elliot

There I was about less than a year old

According to the story that my mother told

She couldn’t get her little boy to sleep

Till my father put that Ronnie Laws record on repeat

The beginning of a love affair that I chose

To keep hidden till my grandfather exposed

The love letters he would find every week

In a laugh, in a dance, in a nod to the beat

Yup, this one is a leader

The 1st chair drummer tri-toms with the feet up

Somebody told me bout a rap song turn the beat up

I’ma need her, that Baum Applebaum that Bonita

The lunchroom table got applause, and the teacher in the hall

Made a call saying, «ya'll need to meet up»

We all got together in the Fall Pangaea

It all fell apart when the summertime freed up

The otherwise dedicated guys from the lunch line

Started looking at me like naw nevermind

Well that’s it, can’t perform without a line-up

My brother telling me that I should still sign up

He put his money on a studio recording

Back then so important, even though we didn’t know it then

So hey brother, when that child starts yawning

I’ma play a lullaby and put them headphones on him

Mr. J. Medeiros

Ain’t had a dime at the month of nine

In my mind I see my Mom when I hunt for lines

Punching time at a Gessi’s at a time when them penny’s

Combined don’t add much to a family of five

Said I was barely alive had to burry the knives cut me out

Whatchu know about carrying lives

Out of doubt and needing chances

Ain’t seeing advances my Parents stance was these stamps ain’t the answer

Momma braved through it but her head was pained after

Got a brain tumor but they said it ain’t cancer

Father gave to us the Word obey master

Honesty and truth are the words that came after

Honor for the troops he’s a military man

Taught the skill of every hand must be paid for, crafted

It’s in my name why the fame ain’t matter

It’s a family thing being a day old rapper

It’s the hands that it brings like the Saints in old chapters

Together in sync like the paintings in old chapels

Press on the ink I’m playing these old samples

Blessings that link old days to new sad ones

Happy to have them saving my thoughts

From the day that they bought that album and gave me that box

I was playing the King of Rock like the king of the block

Not knowing they had to save for the things that I got