Artist: Kane Mayfield
Album:  The Return of Rap
Song:   Hand Prints
Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com, Kane Mayfield

[Intro]
You want Prada, we make that stitch
They want fashion, cut sew the fabric
Blood soaks the masses, yo this can't make sense

[Kane Mayfield]
Sew, cut, sew, cut
They go nuts for my dough-nuts
I see the stars fly all around the globe
for the gear I work my little fingers to the bone
He like ballin, and I like eating
For eight cents, you wear my sneakers
I heard you slept on the ground for 'em
Well, I slept on the ground often
Flossin, you ain't force me
You ain't Disney, you ain't Walmart
This ain't no guilt trip, if you can afford it
You ain't make me no orphan
They don't pay us no royalties
We volunteer for the tears
You ballin, my manager barkin
Sweat runnin down my forehead
Threats comin down from corporate!

[Chorus]
You want Jordan's, we make that shit
You want Prada, we make that stitch
You want diamonds, we dig that ditch
Everything covered in our hand prints
You want Jordan's, we make that shit
You want Prada, we make that stitch
You want diamonds, we dig that ditch
Everything covered in little hand prints

[Kane Mayfield]
So what am I supposed to think?
You love the things I'm forced to bleed
I can't read but I seen a TV once, it had you on it
Oh, you was covered in diamonds, all of you smiling
"Get back to work!," yells one of the tyrants
How is a rock worth more than a child?
I lost one, they cut my hand off for lying
I heard a rumor...
that they told y'all just what they do to us
Even called them BLOOD diamonds
Yo, why would you wanna wear something so violent??
Whatever god you love is a prick!
Fuck you! Fuck yo' chain! Fuck yo' watch!
I hope more planes crash and kill your whole country -- YOU MAKE ME SICK!!

[Chorus]