Palm Of His Hands

Lyrics for Palm Of His Hands

He demands most of the one who's unique A paragon placed in the land of the bleak Divorced from mistakes, gallopin' around on their ego While we talk it regal over breaks They said "Mayday, mayday" We got these older rappers out here livin' Good like it's still their heyday Health in the seasonin' Real diamonds for your third eye for stern reasonin' Pride cultivation for your knees to bend A prayer heard for the closed eye How we still here? Only God knows why A smile on our heart With a legacy tatted up with legal issues so we never tore apart Apart from that, you can find me click-free Never loud, play it quiet like a cloud Forever a proud man B plans weren't the same as the A So we attack the track no other way We honor the ghosts The holy ones who actions define our street Signs that shine beneath the light post The practice of pillow tattle for someone to Babble your tea to others is not within our oath Place the letter D in front of the word "art", throw it We end up on the walls 'cause the point sharp, know it Welcome to season nine, episode B-N-O to the three Love, life I don't wanna get no older The breath of a world feels colder But within hard livin' you can find God given His life, love The truth can be heavier to lift up But the one who stands steady not to give up Is the man who blows forth in the palm of His hand Listen, my name's not Charlie, but I'm a Brown Skinned kid just walkin' around, praisin' God's gift And I never sniff, Charlie, but my lines are the lift Meanin' rhymes will ascend while I'm so off the cliff Either make words that match or words that matter And we do the latter, climbin' higher than your three feet measure We are more than a chest with a treasure I'm due a debt like Stuyvesant, bet Yet I'm from the county of Nassau Long Island track law, live and let give life And when death is within sight I hope to be surrounded by my seeds, tell 'em to love one another Tell my son to treat a woman better than I treated his mother I was too undercover under themes of excess Seem to get it right when I choose to lean and express Moms taught me better and I still failed the test And if she's watchin' from higher heights Her sights won't approve of certain moves in my manhood But the hood man is damn good at showin' her shortcuts Left longevity done with the fork stuck Now fightin' over quick fixes of fame of expandin' And who'll be the last man standin' With the vast amount of plans in the palm of his hand? Love, life I don't wanna get no older The breath of a world feels colder But within hard livin' you can find God given His life, love The truth can be heavier to lift up But the one who stands steady not to give up Is the man who holds plans in the palm of his hand Is the man who holds plans in the palm of his hand Is the man who holds plans in the palm of his hand Travelin' on a long road Travelin' on a long road (Sunshine, like eleven acres) Travelin' on a long road (Sunshine, the sand) Travelin' on a long road (Only five cents) Travelin' on a long road (Come to the sunshine)