He taught us right from wrong back when wrong got its ass checked immediately,
Back when bullshit excuses didn’t live comfortably.
Before the world got soft talkin’ freedom with no damn discipline,
Granddad Elijah stood planted — solid, immovable, militant.
Elijah James.
Say that shit slow…
Then feel it hit you in the chest like it’s supposed to.
He didn’t repeat himself.
Didn’t argue with dumb shit.
Didn’t babysit grown stupidity or tolerate disrespect.
Love, to him, wasn’t comfort.
Love was correction with consequences attached.
Love was stoppin’ your ass right now
So the world wouldn’t chew you up later and spit you back.
You crossed that line, yeah, he’d beat the hinges off your ass,
Not reckless, not hateful — just firm as fuck and built to last.
That pain had purpose, every strike had direction,
Each hit sayin’: Pay the fuck attention.
By his chickens, hogs, and dogs, you already knew the damn code,
That land wasn’t chaos — it was order, sweat, and soul.
You didn’t run wild, didn’t jump, didn’t play stupid games,
Cause respect lived there heavier than your name.
Jump like a frog, get struck down with a fist,
Not cause he enjoyed it — cause bullshit don’t get dismissed.
He believed chaos left unchecked turns boys into statistics,
Believed discipline early beats regret, prison, and wishin’.
He ain’t raise punks.
He ain’t raise soft shit.
He raised backbone, structure, and grown-man consequences.
Better tears on your face than cuffs on your wrists,
Better fear of his hand than a judge you can’t dismiss.
He’d rather hurt your pride than bury your ass,
Rather whip you straight than watch you spiral and crash.
Now the world say it’s harsh, say it’s too damn rough,
But the ones still standin’ know that shit was love.
Cause the world don’t give a fuck when you fuck your life up,
But Granddad Elijah did — every single day, no luck.
There ain’t no other like Elijah James.
No copy, no remake, no watered-down frame.
That love didn’t whisper, didn’t sugarcoat shit,
It came loud, it came firm, it came built to fix.
Right is right.
Wrong is wrong.
And if he put his hands on you, it wasn’t to do you wrong.
It was love with teeth, truth with a fist,
Granddad Elijah James — real as fuck, stamped in history, no myths.
[super sized crowd singing and shouting this chorus:screaming in testimony to warn you of the ass whoopings soon to come if you don’t listen]: ( ohhhhh grand dad fin get you-umma tellllllll: children singing in the background]
He didn’t repeat himself.
Didn’t argue with dumb shit.
Didn’t babysit grown stupidity or tolerate disrespect.
He didn’t repeat himself.
Didn’t argue with dumb shit.
Didn’t babysit grown stupidity or tolerate disrespect.
Wawee
