way it was, not back then but you will be remembering (us!) With these hands, I push myself With these hands With these hands, I push myself With these hands
don't want nothin to keep me from you [J-Bo] Now the wind blows as I'm on 85, and chiefin good with a six-pack a that Colt 45 just like I should And
! We're running right back Here we go again It's so insane Cause when it's going good It's going great I'm Superman With the wind in his back She's Lois
) I'm back for revenge I lost a battle that ain't happening again I'm at your throat like strep I step, strapped with a pen Metaphors wrote on my hand
thousand times over, you'll hear on the wind in the name of hell, these sinners never sinned But Satan never listens to the words that they send Drenching the soul with
like an ocean now Times change and people change with them Some people love to play the victim (Love to play the victim) You threw caution to the wind Washed away these
place of birth : home of the brave A man he may wither away or die in battle with sword in hand but the river will flow and the wind will blow forever
was so yours for the taking I'm still so your for the taking Thats when I felt the wind pick up I grabbed the rail while choking up These words to say
Don't screw up facing that crowd Progress don't fall back. We can't have that I'll hold your hand Black We can't wind up with scratch I put my best
at these lame hoes (???) I stained those with hot blood and changed clothes (???) And main fools who wanna rock the same clothes (???) And use the same flows, these
it happen Your conscience more obnoxious Then that laughy Taffy snappin Goodbye yesterdays rags Hello high fashion Hands before you's a man That built a castle with sand With
to dj chilly chill Sir jinx, aiyyo cube these motherfuckers don’t know what time it is So show these motherfuckers what’s happenin Tell these motherfuckers
0 for 2 mothafucka With the Louisville Slugger Shay Whitie, that left hand punk is on the mound and he comin wit dat off-speed junk Its the Westside Hustlaz, vs these
go by These days go by So take 'em by the hand They're yours and mind Take 'em by the hand And live your life Take 'em by the hand Don't let 'em all
opened up to obituaries and engagements cause i keep track of all the fresh starts and he dying famous and there's a hate of second-hand smoke underneath the summer stars along with
it better... The nights are getting darker And the wind is cold The summer sun Has now become so old Her closest friends Were never meant to fade With all these
Hands of doom are reaching out to crush all infidels who stray Time to know the pain, no time to run within And these hands you see before you will end
. Only lard and nothing more-- Is that just revolting? All greasy and gritty, It looks like it's molting, And tastes like-- Well, pity A woman alone With limited wind