Testi:
Break Through In Our Hands

down | what's in our hands | we make it count | you'll never see | what this means to me | no turning back, it's pounding in our hearts | nothing will break our

fading away So pick up your bible and pray for me We're all alone in the darkness But our eyes are wide open We don't see nothing And our hands are tied

Hamm] I remember, the freaky things we used to do And I remember 'fore we linked to where we both was true Ridin' to the beach and walkin' through the sand Holdin' hands

us Emmancipation, proclamation, Please! Nigga just said that to save the nation These are lies that we all accepted Say no to drugs but the governments' keep it Running through our

Me and my girlfriend, do one-eighty-five when we ride Trapped in this world of sin, born as a ghetto child Raised in this whirlwind (c'mon) Our childhood

ta? Get caught up in this jungle, sometimes it make me wonder How Wall Street all eat good and my hood hungers But we making it escaping these snakes like Anaconda Big, huge through paying our

! Cause niggas are me! And I should only love that 'presents me I love to see niggas go through changes (Whoooo!!) I love to see niggas shoot through

If I could go back and erase time I would hand your back the knife you buried in my back Blood-stained hands break my thrust in you Whenever you lie now I am through

ground I felt it shaking, I?m still in mourning Are you writing this down? Our plots in blueprints the moment we think them Head to hand is the hardest