Texty:
To The Wind With These Hands

way it was, not back then but you will be remembering (us!) With these hands, I push myself With these hands With these hands, I push myself With these hands

energy. It's making me realize why niggaz really envy. I feel no sympathy. It's tight ill, plus I get slight chills when I write wills. Tired of looking at these ugly niggaz with

If you been where I been you gotta feel me An example of what a street dream means Man I made something out of nothing Started out hand to hand on the

been changing faces You can not fill these shoes There is too much to lose Wake up behind these trenches You run around defenseless There is too much to lose You cannot fill these

Here lying by your side with my hands running through your auburn hair I coulda wound up anywhere But baby all I know is that every winding road led

that must exist it flies with music from our lips and steals a kiss and blows it out into the mist where castles stand on cliffs and cobbled streets they wind

hand, walk with me Sun come up through them trees Give you all I got to give That's how we live up on the ridge Won't you come with me tonight Where

behind Baby, we can run, run, run, but we can't hide Oh no, we can't hide All these complications seem to leave no choice I heard the tongues of billions speak with

wind (blow) I want to be there - I want to be right there Bear witness, I'm wailing like the wind Come bear witness, the half-breed rides again In these