Stro Elliot - DNA lyrics

DNA [Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] 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 sk** 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