HOOK (Repeat x4 — SAME HOOK)Know who you are, that’s the code to the key, Strengths and the flaws both molding the me. Control your destiny, compassion your shield, Ancestors drum when the truth get revealed.[Chorus] I walk in alignment, guided by ancestors’ hands. Heartbeat echoing deeper than sand, Drumline of the Land. Past and present healed where the drums demand. Skid Row love still a part of my plans, Drumline of the Land... Drumline of the Land... Drumline of the Land... VERSE 1 (16 Bars)Born in Lynwood, Castle Gauge where I stepped, Watts raised the youth, where survival’s the test. Choctaw bloodline, autochthon roots in the land, Foreign systems pressing, still I stand. Ms. Connie’s guidance, Roy’s lessons intact, Teenage shift to Houston, culture shock impact. From Cali to Texas, worlds didn’t align, Different cities, same struggle, different timeline. Rights of passage never came with a guide, Just threats at the border, spirits collide. Drugs in the mix, homelessness wrote chapters, Then prison bars closed, concrete baptisms. Still indigenous breath in a conquered zone, Learning who I am while fighting alone.HOOK (Repeat x2)Know who you are, that’s the code to the key, Strengths and the flaws both molding the me. Control your destiny, compassion your shield, Ancestors drum when the truth get revealed.[Chorus] I walk in alignment, guided by ancestors’ hands. Heartbeat echoing deeper than sand, Drumline of the Land. Past and present healed where the drums demand. Skid Row love still a part of my plans, Drumline of the Land... Drumline of the Land... Drumline of the Land...VERSE 2 (16 Bars)Venice Beach nights, homeless but free, Drum in my lap brought peace to me. Hands on the skin, heartbeat synchronized, Spirit found rhythm, pain neutralized. Skid Row circles, drum talked back, Soul got whole where hope got cracked. Streets taught lessons no school can say, Everybody want peace, just different ways. Prison showed me mirrors in every man, Same destination, altered plan. Strength ain’t loud, patience ain’t weak, Discipline grows when ego gets brief. Pain ain’t a prison if you transmute, Thoughts become tools when aligned with truth.HOOK (Repeat x3)Know who you are, that’s the code to the key, Strengths and the flaws both molding the me. Control your destiny, compassion your shield, Ancestors drum when the truth get revealed.[Chorus] I walk in alignment, guided by ancestors’ hands. Heartbeat echoing deeper than sand, Drumline of the Land. Past and present healed where the drums demand. Skid Row love still a part of my plans, Drumline of the Land... Drumline of the Land... Drumline of the Land...VERSE 3 (16 Bars)Now I keep rhythm in Skid Row parks, Beating stress out till the sunrise sparks. Drum stay flowing, mind stay clear, Community medicine, presence right here. Shout Crüshow loud, mural on the wall, Art in the struggle made holy and tall. If you can think it, then you can do, That’s the healing science the elders knew. Solutions over cycles, truth over fear, Know your limits so the path appear. Strength without compassion turn tyrant fast, Shield your heart so the future last. From land to drum to destiny named, P’tah Ahochi Tehuti Eil remains.HOOK (Repeat x4 – Final)Know who you are, that’s the code to the key, Strengths and the flaws both molding the me. Control your destiny, compassion your shield, Ancestors drum when the truth get revealed.[Chorus] I walk in alignment, guided by ancestors’ hands. Heartbeat echoing deeper than sand, Drumline of the Land. Past and present healed where the drums demand. Skid Row love still a part of my plans, Drumline of the Land... Drumline of the Land... Drumline of the Land...[Outro Man Speaking]Drumline of the Land” is doing a lot of spiritual and symbolic work at once. “Drumline of the Land” It means your rhythm is not accidental. Your survival beat is inherited. Even when drugs, homelessness, or prison interrupted the path, the drum kept calling me back into alignment. I move to a rhythm older than oppression. I heal through remembrance. I am guided by the land, not defined by what tried to break me.. So the title isn’t poetic fluff—it’s a declaration of sovereignty, healing, and continuity.Shout out To all the Skid Row family—this drum still beating for you.
