See where I'm from
They carry guns
Automatic ones
They call 'em drums
Ba rum pum pum pum
Ba rum pum pum pum
Another body gone
Another sad song
And they don't carry drums because it was around Christmas
Quite the opposite, these drummer boys don't feel gifted
Dreams are veiled by a curtain of depravity
So they're pulled down by that economic gravity
Fighting their self-esteem
Raised by computer screens
Minds influenced by that image on the magazine
So in turn they get to loading up that magazine
To address the issues that they're having due to lack of green
Ba rum pum pum pum
Ba rum pum pum pum
Just me and my drum
Just me and my drum
Ba rum pum pum pum
Ba rum pum pum pum
Just me and my drum
Just me and my drum
Me and my uh
Me and my uh
Me and my drum
Me and my uh
See coming up the church was a safe haven
Dad gave me keys 'cuz outside wasn't safe playing
A few times, it could've been a dead night
But me and my drummer boys we had a shed night
Shedding wood drumming until we had creased sneakers
Outside they shedding blood 'cuz they ain't want no cheap sneakers
This ain't no wonderland , we tryna get where Alice is
Two types of drummer hands coming home with calluses
Uh, but one was from that drum shed
The other calluses was from that gun led
Ba ra pa pa, splinters causing my blood shed
Ba ra pa pa, outside another one dead
Ba rum pum pum pum
Ba rum pum pum pum
Just me and my drum
Just me and my drum
Ba rum pum pum pum
Ba rum pum pum pum
Just me and my drum
Just me and my drum
Me and my uh
Me and my uh
Me and my drum
Me and my uh
We need to train our boys to use their gifts man
Losing black men to gun violence is so sickening
Brothers dying, tryna ball
Im Marlon in the 6th man
But your gifts can make room, like Carlin with the sticks man
Drums protected Zaya, drums protected Kevin
Drums protected Champ, your gift's your greatest weapon
It wasn't just the drummer boys, let's be clear
Drummer girl Quenice was touring with Kiki Sheard
Ba rum pum pum pum
Ba rum pum pum pum
It's two types of drums, which one you choosing
Ba rum pum pum pum
Ba rum pum pum pum
With one you're winning, the other you're losing
Redeemed - Little Drummer Boyz Lyrics
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See where I'm from
They carry guns
Automatic ones
They call 'em drums
Ba rum pum pum pum
Ba rum pum pum pum
Another body gone
Another sad song
And they don't carry drums because it was around Christmas
Quite the opposite, these drummer boys don't feel gifted
Dreams are veiled by a curtain of depravity
So they're pulled down by that economic gravity
Fighting their self-esteem
Raised by computer screens
Minds influenced by that image on the magazine
So in turn they get to loading up that magazine
To address the issues that they're having due to lack of green
Ba rum pum pum pum
Ba rum pum pum pum
Just me and my drum
Just me and my drum
Ba rum pum pum pum
Ba rum pum pum pum
Just me and my drum
Just me and my drum
Me and my uh
Me and my uh
Me and my drum
Me and my uh
See coming up the church was a safe haven
Dad gave me keys 'cuz outside wasn't safe playing
A few times, it could've been a dead night
But me and my drummer boys we had a shed night
Shedding wood drumming until we had creased sneakers
Outside they shedding blood 'cuz they ain't want no cheap sneakers
This ain't no wonderland , we tryna get where Alice is
Two types of drummer hands coming home with calluses
Uh, but one was from that drum shed
The other calluses was from that gun led
Ba ra pa pa, splinters causing my blood shed
Ba ra pa pa, outside another one dead
Ba rum pum pum pum
Ba rum pum pum pum
Just me and my drum
Just me and my drum
Ba rum pum pum pum
Ba rum pum pum pum
Just me and my drum
Just me and my drum
Me and my uh
Me and my uh
Me and my drum
Me and my uh
We need to train our boys to use their gifts man
Losing black men to gun violence is so sickening
Brothers dying, tryna ball
Im Marlon in the 6th man
But your gifts can make room, like Carlin with the sticks man
Drums protected Zaya, drums protected Kevin
Drums protected Champ, your gift's your greatest weapon
It wasn't just the drummer boys, let's be clear
Drummer girl Quenice was touring with Kiki Sheard
Ba rum pum pum pum
Ba rum pum pum pum
It's two types of drums, which one you choosing
Ba rum pum pum pum
Ba rum pum pum pum
With one you're winning, the other you're losing
They carry guns
Automatic ones
They call 'em drums
Ba rum pum pum pum
Ba rum pum pum pum
Another body gone
Another sad song
And they don't carry drums because it was around Christmas
Quite the opposite, these drummer boys don't feel gifted
Dreams are veiled by a curtain of depravity
So they're pulled down by that economic gravity
Fighting their self-esteem
Raised by computer screens
Minds influenced by that image on the magazine
So in turn they get to loading up that magazine
To address the issues that they're having due to lack of green
Ba rum pum pum pum
Ba rum pum pum pum
Just me and my drum
Just me and my drum
Ba rum pum pum pum
Ba rum pum pum pum
Just me and my drum
Just me and my drum
Me and my uh
Me and my uh
Me and my drum
Me and my uh
See coming up the church was a safe haven
Dad gave me keys 'cuz outside wasn't safe playing
A few times, it could've been a dead night
But me and my drummer boys we had a shed night
Shedding wood drumming until we had creased sneakers
Outside they shedding blood 'cuz they ain't want no cheap sneakers
This ain't no wonderland , we tryna get where Alice is
Two types of drummer hands coming home with calluses
Uh, but one was from that drum shed
The other calluses was from that gun led
Ba ra pa pa, splinters causing my blood shed
Ba ra pa pa, outside another one dead
Ba rum pum pum pum
Ba rum pum pum pum
Just me and my drum
Just me and my drum
Ba rum pum pum pum
Ba rum pum pum pum
Just me and my drum
Just me and my drum
Me and my uh
Me and my uh
Me and my drum
Me and my uh
We need to train our boys to use their gifts man
Losing black men to gun violence is so sickening
Brothers dying, tryna ball
Im Marlon in the 6th man
But your gifts can make room, like Carlin with the sticks man
Drums protected Zaya, drums protected Kevin
Drums protected Champ, your gift's your greatest weapon
It wasn't just the drummer boys, let's be clear
Drummer girl Quenice was touring with Kiki Sheard
Ba rum pum pum pum
Ba rum pum pum pum
It's two types of drums, which one you choosing
Ba rum pum pum pum
Ba rum pum pum pum
With one you're winning, the other you're losing
Writer: Dashawn Robinson
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