Little drummer boy ratted tat tattin
as the people kept pa pa pa passing
Little drummer boy playing for the four train
Little bummer boy bought to go insane
Little boy big bucket
Little boy tryna tough it
out
Tap it in
Tappin in, to
city doesn’t want you
Little drummer boy rat a tat tat in
as mobs keep fla fla flashin
past him
ain’t no cashin
Little Drummer Boy’s about to quit
then, LIttle drummer boy, gets word of it
word on the street gettin clearer
like a four
train gettin nearer
that a little boys been born onto Brooklyn
little boy ready to take on the world’s sin
so the little drummer boy *stops
let’s his little drum sticks *drop
And to the city that never listened anyway,
he whispers
“To a Prince? Man what’s a drummer gotta say?”
What’s a street performer got to do with a savior
and what’s a savior got do with my behavior
Am I good?
I don’t, know?
What I am?
is someone who shouldn’t go
to him.
I’ve got, nothin to give.
I’m just an upside down Home Depot bucket and a pair sticks
don’t know what he wants for his birthday but I wouldn’t count myself at the top of his picks
But despite himself
secretly in search of respite, himself
LDB, Little drummer boy
played with an idea, began to toy
with it
it had a rhy,them
It went like
*taps out little drummer boy on box*
It went like
*taps out little drummer boy with shaker*
It went like
*taps out little drummer boy with shaker and tambourine*
It went like
Little boy
big savior
Humble birth
glory later
Failure,
can’t prevail, ya
see it in this baby’s eyes,
hear it in this baby’s cries
Like he’s crying for every other boy n girl
Like he plans on dying for the whole world
Little drummer boy getting on the four train
Little drummer boy writing down a refrain
Pa rum pa pa pum
Heart beatin like a dr dr drum
And under the glow of a street light, on another starless New York City night
A street performer met a world reformer
By some Brooklyn miracle, it was
A drummer sent to discover,
The wonder who came to suffer.
And for the first time,
It didn’t matter to the drummer that the city never saw him
Cause for some reason, all that mattered now was the savior in front of him
He thought again:
Can I be good?
Yes I can.
What I got?
Is everything I am.
And if it’s good enough for this baby,
well then maybe it’ll be good enough to save me.
I’m good if I fulfill my purpose,
but my purpose isn’t what this world’s is:
I just want to play for this prince,
And if the rest of my days this is my only audience?
I will be ok.
I’ll Just tap tap and say