Текст песни DNA - The Procussions feat. DJ Greem

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
And a laugh and a dance and a nod to the beat
Like, yep, this one is a leader
The first chair drumming tri-tones with the feet up
Somebody told me write a rap song turn the beat up
I'ma need a, the bomb apple, bomb that Bonita
The lunch room table got applause
And the teacher in the hall made a call saying y'all need to meet up
We all got together in the fall paying d-up
It all fell apart when the summertime heat up
The otherwise dedicated guys from the lunch line
Started looking at me like nah, nevermind
Well that's it I 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 the child starts yawning I'ma
Play a lullaby and put them headphones on him

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I was born a soul child
All my uncles no matter the creed
My mama calls me Jason Christopher Madeira
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Yesterday as I recall
Never had much
All my uncles
Meant everything I had

Ain't had a dime at the month of nine
In my mind I see my mom when I hunt for lines
Clutching time at her desk a set at a time
When the pennies combined don't add much to a family of five
Said I was barely alive, had to bury the knives
That cut me out, what you know about carrying lives
Out of doubt, need a chance, cause ain't seeing advances
My parents stance with these stamps ain't the answer
Mama 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 or 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 and old chapters
Together it's saint with 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 saved a lot for the things that I got

Back to the program
I was born a soul child
All my uncles no matter the creed
My mama calls me Jason Christopher Madeira
Back to the program
Yesterday as I recall
Never had much
All my uncles
Meant everything I had