Lyrics:
stare of a dog whose day is done
As he watered the green stuff in his glass and the drops fell one by one
Then I got to figgering who he was and wondering
Baby, these bitch ass niggas ain't crazy
Broke ass, ASCAP go straight to my baby
(Hold on, Lil Top, talk to 'em, nigga)
And I'll make my bitch talk
oh
I remember feeling lonely
Cos I didn’t have anyone to run and hold me You love dey
It was by His grace oh grace oh
I’m not disgrace oh grace oh
Can't keep my cool
Steals my heart when he takes my hand
And we dance, to the rhythm of the band
I feel his fingertips, grip my hips
And I slip as we
Can't keep my cool
Steals my heart when he takes my hand
And we dance, to the rhythm of the band
I feel his fingertips, grip my hips
And I slip as we
to live
But then he comes uptown where he can hold his head up high
Uptown he knows that I am standing by
And when I take his hand there's no man who
The devil's right hand man
I work in his factory, a foreman on the block
His name is on the gate and his picture's by the clock
Sometimes I want to go and burn
Hold me, yeah (hold me)
This is my story
Indaba yami le (indaba yami le, this is my story)
Indaba yami le (indaba yami le, this is my story)
(Hi
you must understand
You can't let the chance
To love him pass you by
Tell him
Tell him that the sun and moon
Rise in his eyes
Reach out
with that, don't fuck with that
Rerock tucked inside his sock, he smokin', ain't sellin' that shit
Pop 'em, and we make 'em smell that bitch, the law
going
Keep going
Keep going
Keep going
No matter what you going through God is right there
No matter what you going through He will hold your hand
No
walk by faith
Follow where You lead
Across the raging sea
Have faith, have faith
His name is Jesus
Take courage do not be afraid
His hand is over us
Have
fucking us over
Like we a terroristic threat, the ghetto covered in soldiers
Fear my only chance to live is with my hand on the trigger
Way they did
His word?
The King of glory can for He holds it in His hand
He's the painter of the skies, He's the craftsman of the land
By Him all things were made
the underground verbatim and stayed local
My auntie is a man now
I watch him and his girl hold their hands down
Tip of the avenues street lights made his
Aftermaths hold water
Like his grave in the field
And by his side
His buddy came and kneeled
You know he didn't have the time
To see he was mine
I'll hold
So glad to be covered by his favor
Claiming our freedom
In his sacred space
Standing hand in hand hearts ablaze
Stepping out into the divine
Heart open
the cards were by the way they held their eyes
So if you don't mind my sayin', I can see you're out of aces
For a taste of your whiskey I would give you
there)
I seize the first possibility, is the sea around me
I was standing there with my legs spread like a sailor
I felt his hand on my knee (On
you must understand
You can't let the chance
To love him pass you by
Tell him
Tell him that the sun and moon
Rise in his eyes
Reach out
time to go
I pray the Lord hold me (You can be touched)
I was born in the city that never sleeps
Schooled by the realest of the real niggas
That
time to go
I pray the Lord hold me (You can be touched)
I was born in the city that never sleeps
Schooled by the realest of the real n****s
That
to my present?
Peek around the edge, and I start runnin' at him
He don't see me comin', does he? Steppin' closer
Grab his neck and hold him, squeezin'
the shadows
And the train is gone suddenly
on wheels clicking silently
like a gently tapping litany
and he holds his crayon rosary
tighter in his hand
Now
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