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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]