I take love into my hands Journey back to winter land Cut my losses, grow my hair See some man to take me there As it gets so uncertain When the girl
译文: 教会. 在我手里.
ditch we ride Yo, yo, yo, it's your hide Grab the rope and yell rawhide Front line is pussy, call off sides I'm focus but my hand is cross-eyed I left my
Cut the music up, please Yeah, I should never leave hip-hop Controlled by my two hands, they go tik-tok Around the clock, yes, it's my time, my throne
falls splash in your heart Ran like sadness down the window into your room The space between our wicked lies Is where we hope to keep safe from pain Take my hand
as I watched him on the stage My hands were clenched in fists of rage No angel born in hell Could break that Satan's spell And as the flames climbed high into
my daddy died all of my niggaz came to the church And thanks for comin', I'm still stressed out over the death When I take my breath and puff my cigarette
I'm in a whole 'nother circle Tryna keep it clean like church clothes Said that respect was something had to work for But that ain't gonna work though Get your respect but lose all my
our house, our house is a home The car we own, what's mine is yours The keys to the door My family, my family, my friend, my friends The Church we belong
opened up shop at 13 Dimes, dubs, quarter sacks and O-Z's From hand-held, digital to triple-beam Now my pager's an e-mail flip screen Expanded my game off into
your hands" He said, "This is my diary" And the Pastor told him that sinners couldn't have no diaries My brother said he was lying And my brother said
I remember how rough your hand felt on mine On my wedding day And the tears cried on my shoulder I couldn't turn away Well so much has happened to
my younger days, like youngsters on the corner now Platted out my grill now Bout to sign a deal now Moved into a crib now Retired from the hill now Tired of doing dirt now My
it takes strippin', workin' out on the block Up on the phone, talkin' about (my skin is tan like the front of your hand) (And my hair...) (Well my hair
mine is pointin' at you Skip the church and the reverend I'ma put 'em on a 747 and the destination's Heaven For example Break into my notebook and find
I'm one of a kind in a full house 'Cuz whenever I open my heart, my soul, or my mouth A touch of God rains out, take 'em to church When it comes to
