It's like a grain of sand slipping through your fingers You want what you can't have It's like a grain of sand slipping through your fingers You want
: It's like a grain of sand slipping through your fingers You want what you can't have It's like a grain of sand slipping through your fingers You want
Franky and me we shuffle with our feet And old man Goergie takes some sugar with his tea when he's stirred by a melody of hands moving easy you see
you remind me to breathe When my life becomes invisible You're the only light I need Baby, you, you comfort me The faces change when time is on your side The hand
talkin' about you! Get off the bandwagon Nigga, quit swingin' on dicks and get your brand accurate. Kray Jack the man, ask 'em! Don't need a hand. Rappin
courageous and so contagious Until' my fuckin' rap sheets gonna receive mo' pages Listen to Juve 'cuz this my year mon' (My year mon') Invision, I'm
still see her ass Her momma used to dance like that Bouncin' that ass with her hands on her back I saw her grandmomma do it with a baby in her arms Put her hand
I'm a menace from society, a boy on the hood. I'm invincible like Bruce Willis in the movie Invincible. I'm invisible like... Well I'm not really invisible
for the jewels an' jaks We make money off album tracks Come on, I'll face it, let's all face facts You may be some handsome chaps What's that, but I'm invisible
would rather show you Just how far that I can take it Every rule, I'm breakin' it [Verse 1: Eminem] Terrible, but not rippable, invincible, I'm hung invisible
stomped your man so unless you want what he got You better set the mic down, I'm steaming like a teapot I'll make the tea hot, people get in my face
the mirror then I see the stud mourning As these streets erases others it encase a brother You had enough heart to waste this brother But could you face his mother I was faced
Fuck the scrutiny Y'all niggas screwin me Killa never let the drama slide Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die Yell out homicide 18 Months please, that ain't facing
a Sacred Hallelujah Back to the Source From Whence it Came And when I'm Searching for the Face Of the Invisible When I Reach to hold the Hand
invisible in the panicking crowds You looked so beautiful in the rising heat I smell smoke, see little fires bursting on the lawns People carry on regardless, listening to their hands
it all Beck and call These children have nothing at all Listening hard For the voice of the child I thought I heard An alarm bell ringing Pulled from my sleep By invisible hands
