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
Maneuver through the sewer that the
Children call the river
We coming home to dinner
Make the kitchen smell shitty
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 shit 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 cassette tapes with
Tape on top of 'em
Maybe I should auction 'em
Lately I've been rockin' 'em
Some of them I copped
But all the rest I went and pocketed
Never was the talkative type
After "The Chronic" had 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