Blue Scholars - 27 lyrics

Yes and we begin where we left off. Leaving off where, pretty much begin. March with me y'all On my 27th round trip around the sun Counting every blessing, reminsicing on the drum But not for a second ever forgetting where I'm from Others grip the gun, my weapon is my tongue In the military slum Manuever through the sewer that the children call the river We coming home to dinner, make the kitchen smell sh**ty And shorty felt the pressure on his shoulders but really I jumped out the window whenever pops would hit me An 8 bit nintendo got replaced with the indo Eventually my pen would be the means to escape Was 8 in '88 in the 808 state Where the 808 kick was my heartbeat It got me in Honolulu, Hawaii to contemplate a career With no pinoys kicking raps anywhere near Except for my peers Fathers all gone the better parts of the year At the ship yard watching mom wipe away the tears It was hard, but she stayed strong watching four kids I can see how tradition makes us do what we do Like keeping things in plastic so this sh** will stay new Some things we gotta lose, some things are worth keeping It wasn't all bad, but wasn't all peaches I'ma teach my son to respect his elders But not before they give him respect first, expected On my 27th round trip around the sun Counting every blessing, reminiscing on the drum But not for a second ever forgetting where I'm from Others grip the gun, my weapon is my tongue On my 27th round trip around the sun Counting every blessing, reminiscing on the drum But not for a second ever forgetting where I'm from Others grip the gun, my weapon is my tongue And I still got ca**ette tapes with tape on top of 'em Maybe I should auction 'em Lately I've been rockin' 'em Some of them I coped, but all the rest I went and pocketed Never was the talkative type After "The Chronic" it dropped Before "The Infamous" my sentiments penned The beginning of the story where the logic begins Went bargain bin digging, the medicine made for listening Never afraid to question conditions that we were living in Even if we decided to live it up a little bit Underwear and socks: what I mostly got for Christmases And if you ever played ball with tsinelas on This one's for y'all, cause once and for all If you ever held a San Miguel bottle in your palm Or the blocks that you used to stomp upon are gone Or all the above, then let this be the song The steps might be short, but the march is long, come on On my 27th round trip around the sun Counting every blessing, reminiscing on the drum But not for a second ever forgetting where I'm from Others grip the gun, my weapon is my tongue