[Chorus: Yung Trybez & Salia Joseph]
To the white man, he makin' noise (makin' noise)
They said boys will be boys (boys will be boys)
He's got a powerful voice
And his mama made him use it, man he never had a choice (a choice)
Keep drummin' little drummer boy, keep drummin' little drummer boy
To the rest, good riddance; here's a broke boy's ambitions
[Verse 1: Yung Trybez]
I pack my peace pipe so I can put my mind to rest
As I walk in pure darkness, out of sight, out of mind, I guess
In the middle of the field was this little boy, right?
I couldn't believe my eyes, it was midnight
Long black braid with his legs crossed, starin' at the stars with his shirt off
"Little boy, do you know what time it is?
Where your parents at, dude? You should be in bed"
He replied back, "You know the irony of life, right?
People walk the Earth and they're blinded by the light
'Cause they think they're doing right by living out this white lie that says we'll be a'ight
But they're worried that they might die
Look around, we got this hunger for more
People fightin' wars without a clue what the fight's for
They fightin' for peace, right? (yeah, okay)
Man, pass me the peace pipe and tell me what you think of that"
[Chorus: Yung Trybez & Salia Joseph]
To the white man, he makin' noise (makin' noise)
They said boys will be boys (boys will be boys)
He's got a powerful voice
And his mama made him use it, man he never had a choice (a choice)
Keep drummin' little drummer boy, keep drummin' little drummer boy
To the rest, good riddance; here's a broke boy's ambitions
[Verse 2: Yung Trybez]
Ay, here's a broke boy's ambitions
He don't got a 9-to-5 but he clearly driven
And he's smoother than a limousine, livin' free and shit
And the visions that he sees, if you seen you'd listen to 'em (tell 'em what you see)
It's everything is permanent if money makes the world spin
But money isn't everything, it's just this way of thinkin' that destroyed us in the first place
Superficial lambs always think about the worst case
Like death over livin', imprisoned by religion
Locked down in a system built for division over race, to embrace
Bein' terrified by terrorism, shoot-ups on the television
Shoulda known, to the real world, the unemployed beggin' for some change
I ain't talkin' 'bout no coin, just a little red kid from the rez, nothin' less
And he hungry for success, the vision kept him fed, boy
[Chorus: Yung Trybez & Salia Joseph]
To the white, man he makin' noise (makin' noise)
They said boys will be boys (boys will be boys)
He's got a powerful voice
And his mama made him use it, man he never had a choice (a choice)
Keep drummin' little drummer boy, keep drummin' little drummer boy
To the rest, good riddance; here's a broke boy's ambitions
[Verse 3: Young D]
The land we walk is a stolen world (damn right)
If you ain't heard, it's a cold world (word)
Fuckin' eh Jermaine, what's a young'un gonna do when life is circlin' the drain?
I got a dollar to my name and a dream in my picture frame
Panorama, so I rock a dreamcatcher
Started my next chapter with these bottled-up emotions that I
Gathered make me not give a fuck like Mr. Mathers (Shady)
Been tryna squeeze a dolla out a dime but I ain't even got a cent, man
It's startin' to take a toll on me, after Young Jeezy went Kanyeezy with the traphouse
Fuck it I'ma R-A-P, rhythm and poetry, hoh
I love the bass, and not the tat that numbs your face
But the tat that got my bounce to the ounce, right?
Finna be self-made without the dope
While you sleepin', we stay woke
[Chorus: Yung Trybez & Salia Joseph]
To the white man, he makin' noise (makin' noise)
They said boys will be boys (boys will be boys)
He's got a powerful voice
And his mama made him use it, man he never had a choice (a choice)
Keep drummin' little drummer boy, keep drummin' little drummer boy
To the rest, good riddance; here's a broke boy's ambitions
