Lyrics:
The touch of your hand will let me know
You take me in and let me go
If not for love why would we meet
How is it done two into one so easily
somebody's got to show their hand
Time is an enemy
I know you're long gone
I guess it must be up to me
If I'd thought about it I never would've done it
the touch of Your tender hand
Remove the chains of darkness
Let me see, Lord let me see
Just where I fit into your master plan
I never thought I
played along the edge of
She pushed me right off of it
I fell
Sublimely
My strong hands dug into her ass
As she slid from my lip
To my neck
Latching
The touch of your hand will let me know
You take me in and let me go
If not for love why would we meet
How is it done two into one so easily
somebody's got to show their hand
Time is an enemy
I know you're long gone
I guess it must be up to me
If I'd thought about it I never would've done it
of a blind man
Who met Jesus on his way
With the Master's touch
The man looked up
As the scoffers heard him say
Somebody touched me
Somebody touched me
Oh, I
selfish
Held closely by a stranger
Father dear (I know you want to touch me)
Well if you hear me (you know you want to touch me)
I said father dear
ho chattin' Stiff Chocolate with a book
To be fair, I don't feel Twitter
Gettin told I'm not a real spitter, by some broke-arse bill splitter
a rude awakenin', by ignorin', I pull the signs
Why did I give you the keys to authorize shit on my behalf?
Now, I'm scarred and mortified
What did I
started flowin' as they reached for my hand
I said, "Thank you for bringin' me to the Promised Land
But now I must go, say goodbye to everybody
Tonight
at hand as if
My predicates on song
Set precedent - I'm addressing
The elements indulged in finesse
Your less eloquent rhetoric is strong
Where I reside
Everyone wants to be a teacher
But few are good disciples
I receive advice in tear drops
Yet, hand it out in water buckets
Staying in touch with
Sudan, take the microphone in your hand
Kick the flim flam
So, check it out
I'm gonna give a strong shout-out, this is to my man Will
A little
2300 Jackson street
2300 Jackson street
2300 Jackson street
Memories of growing up
And working hard
Our childhood passed us by
Mom and Dad
They
on dog
There's no limit to what I do, I'm Master P on guard
For that relish green like the Celtics nigga we ball hard
On the block running that rock
that bitch nigga lose it
Man, I'm as strong as this game
Ya'll be knowin' my name
A young high strung thug
Nigga created by pain
Livin' my life in
no control
You shake my soul when we touch
Still I can't get close enough to you
Time goes by and it grows stronger still
With a smile I
night Long
About the people
Who did me Wrong
All night
I had the moan and groans
Use pain
To make me strong
The master builder
That's who You are
Mended
started flowin' as they reached for my hand
I said, "Thank you for bringin' me to the Promised Land
But now I must go, say goodbye to everybody
Tonight
The plan's to leave life
Better than the way I found it
Keep my daughter by my side
Cause she keeps me grounded
Throwing paint against the wall
Put
In a world we thought was free
We're bound by chains we cannot see
The system's grips so tight and strong
Humanity's voice silenced for too long
Turns into a nightmare
You won't be strong enough
To put up a fight
You're reaching out for something
that you can not touch
Whenever you reach out
touch--
[Guru]
Yo I be da mic smoka
Puff dro with Tony Toca
He be the beat maker
The master piece maker
Makin masterpieces, timeless works of art
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