to girl, there's nothing like how they understand Heal the wounds when the boys bite they're just holding your hand Can't explain to a man how those girls know, girls show Strength that living
a day without bein' intoxicated or blowed Ain't dealin' with a full deck and any day I could fold What makes it bad, I wasn't dealt that bad a hand And I had a
Lay your hand on my pillow Hand on my pillow Lay your hand on my pillow Hand on my pillow Lay your hand on my pillow Hand on my pillow Lay your hand
hand on my pillow Hand on my pillow Lay your hand on my pillow Hand on my pillow Lay your hand on my pillow Hand on my pillow Lay your hand on my pillow Hand
you broke aint a thrill Got bills waiting on me, and its drama in my ear I wanna sit still, but I'm busy tryna live Forgiving all my sins, crucifixed
weight the gold of meditation This chapter's gonna to be a close one Smoke rings I know your gonna blow one All on a spaceship persevering Use my hands
of this rap terrorist with a therapist With a hair up his ass like a rabbit crawled up his pants Got a habit of holding Tylenol in his hands Till it
Long, long live love Love is to care Caring and sharing Long, long live love All the kids like ten tin soldiers in a row Followed hand in hand Sister
me There are too many things you let slip by How can I face a world that doesn't know me? A world that doesn't care whether I live or die And why, 'cuz
a people We all are equal If you love your sister, your brother Your father, your mother Clap yo' hands Clap yo' hands Clap yo' hands Clap yo' hands
Up in there prayin for a second change just wanna put back on your pants walk out the club and throw up your hands tired of being disrespected by a man
up, I'm all in My whole life is full of sin This road is a dead end I wanna live again From the point when a child is Torn from a mothers umbilical
ruining our lives Still we all refuse to see the signs A ruthless gang Teaches all the kids to act insane Religious right Is buyin' up guns for a hell of a
have any fuckin' thing that we wanted It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing Except for a dream and a fuckin' rap magazine Who post
do From hand to hand coke sales, from my revenue I ain't been to a function, where I ain't snuck a weapon through 'Cause my background reveals a one eight
us Does your shrink say find out who you are Before you try to become a part of me I'd think you'd want to anyway She can't help you live out a middle
maybe Hey, tell me why my hands start sweatin' and I hold my breath everytime that you get behind me I turn my music down, so you won't hear a sound,
figure Means you don't got a nigga comin' 'round to guide a nigga All you got is mama bringin' home these rotten niggas Blowin' reefers, all the teachers do is ride a