Artist: Tech N9ne f/ Mackenzie Nicole, Prozak, Wrekonize Album: Strange Reign Song: These Hands Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Chorus: Mackenzie Nicole] See these hands reach through the darkness A voice to call your name (ohhhh) When you claim that you've been rescued It's me you really saved... [Wrekonize] Yeah, hah, yeah Yeah, these two hands Reachin out to get you out wherever you stand My mind puttin lies in a newsstand I'm just lookin for a way to get a new strand Move man, who plan moves on my Holy Ghost Hauntin myself 'til it goes for broke My medicine's evident, take a spoon, relish it You won't get a second chance from me overdosed Pain in the eyes ain't minimized They ain't gonna die, ain't never gonna break you and I Stakes is so high, take it in stride Achin in my hands when I wanna wake you, rise These hands have been tryin to get you some peace A bit of composure But they come with the beef and a fist I must keep if I'm reachin for closure [Chorus] [Prozak] When I put the pen to the paper therapeutic ritual I'm teleporting to a place Beyond the outer limits, the stratospheric sound The race of speed of light I meditate I'm searchin for a haven or a shelter at the center I'm a nervous wreck, I contemplate The ricochet of fact from savin you is savin me Without each other we disintegrate We're in this together Survivin this planet through hate and the malice Indifference, we're vigorous, ignorance vicious Maliciously plan to facilitate sadness We're birds of a feather Cut from the same cloth to survive this endevour I thank you wholeheartedly, part of me is lost in the darkness Without you I'm fallin forever [Chorus] [Tech N9ne] These hands have an angel touch But it doesn't mean that I never had 'em mangled up by the teeth of a demon, stop them when it came to luck Cause I bang so tough, battlin to change your luck Tangled up and, live in enough sin Seein my mother tusslin with a demon and cussin How could she never trust 'em when he give her concussions? I seen the blood it was gushin from hella consumption, abducted Man it was cowardice, my angel was powerless I'm wishin that it get seconds, minutes, an hour less These hands throughout my elegant feed span will never reband but are sick and diseased ran People are tryna kill you (kill you) But, evil it never will do (will do) nothin in dyin, feel you cryin, heal you These hands will make a demon fry and die in mildew [Chorus]