the land Is now in good hands Yes, time will tell that You just lift your lamp I will follow Her on her path Scarlet's walk Through the violets Just tell your gods
Money salute, it's Young Money salute It's Young Money salute, it's Young Money salute The salute, the salute Commander-in-chief One hand on the world, one hand
Thinking I belonged there I figured it made sense Building me a fence Building me a home Thinking I'd be strong there But I was a fool Playing by the rules The gods
Some see a teacher Standing on a hill Speaking words of wisdom Some see a healer Reaching out his hand To give sight to a blind man Some see a dreamer
a long, long year Stole many a man's soul and fate I was 'round when Jesus Christ Had his moments of doubt and pain Made damn sure that Pilate Washed his hands
strap on me nigga and you better kill be thug life baby I'll probably be punished for hard livin' blind to the facts Thugs is convicts in Gods prison hand
your strap on me nigga and you better kill be thug life baby I'll probably be punished for hard livin blind to the facts Thugs is convicts in gods prison hand
away You mustn't go outside yet It's not your time to play Standing at the edge of your town With the skylight in your eyes Reaching out to gods The
band Love is a losing hand More than I could stand Love is a losing hand Self professed, profound Till the chips were down Know you?re a gambling man Love is a losing hand
Ignorance pulls Apostasy and apathy still rules Yeah, you know it's cool just suck and see A future turn us into silent Gods And I won't miss you at all
often wondered With the secrets of the worlds His subjects gathered 'round him Like the leaves around a tree In their clothes of many colors For the angry Gods
falling will not stop Till we have found our face Oh, will you mention? Oh, will you mention my name to all? Oh, will you mention my name to me? Gods will be Gods
, shall not fade Your ancestors salute you And the Gods of your ancestors, salute you Havin', havin' been formed by the minds of your ancestors The Gods
understand! We don't have too much time here, and time it travels far too fast! We're not too far we're turning, before they take it from our hands!
lived on Hanley When I think about it I don't know none of my family Except, for the immediate ones Tha's why I run to the streets and the jennings hand
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
We're 'From the Dark Side' radio Niggaz, better get your flashlights 'Cause it's pitch black I travel the Milky Ways and the stars of the Gods Then
think they sit at the top, they just pasturing now they hid their head like an ostrich optimist prime and they go wing feeling like i transform niggers still hands