Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song These Hands, artist - Tech N9ne. Date of issue: 12.10.2017
Song language: English
These Hands |
| See these hands reach through the darkness |
| A voice to call your name |
| When you claim that you’ve been rescued |
| It’s me you really saved |
| These two hands |
| Reaching out to get you out wherever you stand |
| My mind putting lies in a newsstand |
| I’m just looking for a way to get a new strand |
| Move man, who plan moves on my Holy Ghost |
| Haunting myself 'tll it goes for broke |
| My medicine’s evident, take a spoon, relish it |
| You don’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 |
| Ache in my hand, when I wanna wake you, rise |
| These hands have been trying to get you some peace |
| A bit of composure |
| But they come with the beef and a fist I must keep |
| When they’re reaching for closure |
| See these hands reach through the darkness |
| A voice to call your name |
| When you claim that you’ve been rescued |
| It’s me you really saved |
| When I put the pen to the paper then repeat the ritual |
| I’m teleporting to a place |
| Beyond the outer limits, the stratospheric sound |
| The race of speed of light I meditate |
| I’m searching for a haven or a shelter at the center |
| I’m a nervous wreck, I contemplate |
| The ricochet of fact that saving you is saving me |
| Without each other we disintegrate |
| We’re in this together |
| Surviving this planet through hate and the malice |
| And difference, we’re vigorous |
| Ignorance vicious maliciously plan to facilitate sadness |
| We’re birds of a feather, come from the same cloth |
| To survive this endevour while thank you all hardly |
| Part of me is lost in the darkness without you I’m falling forever |
| See these hands reach through the darkness |
| A voice to call your name |
| When you claim that you’ve been rescued |
| It’s me you really saved |
| These hands have an angel touch |
| But that 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, battling to change your luck |
| Tangled up and live in enough sin |
| Seeing my mother tussle with a demon and cussing |
| I can see you never trust 'em when he gave her concussions |
| I seen the blood it was gushing from hella consumption, abducted |
| Man it was cowardice, my angel was powerless |
| I’m wishing that it get seconds, minutes, an hour less |
| These hands throughout my elegant feed span |
| Will never reband but are sick and disease ran |
| People are tryna kill you |
| But evil it never will do |
| Nothing in dying, feel you crying, heal you |
| These hands will make a demon fry and die in mildew |
| See these hands reach through the darkness |
| A voice to call your name |
| When you claim that you’ve been rescued |
| It’s me you really saved |