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Now I got your heart in hand Your heart in my hand Now I am the Your life, your life, your life Got your heart in hand Your heart in my hand Now I am the Your life, your life, your life, your life Juice boxes cornrows in kindergarten Way before this music thing ever started Ms. Silvy gramcrackers to lunchpels He man then transformers to ducktales Life was simple Four square to Sunday school Third Baptist kind of Catholic depending who Who's asking I was trying fit in like Sweat suit with church shoes I never been right Too much performing, way before this music fix I wanted to liked way before this double click Father issues, chasing for approval Still struggle I'm grown but I'm cool though Balance beam working thru codependency All this work came to life when she married me What was simple hmm quote on quote Swing me back to the past like a teither rope Now I got your heart in hand Your heart in my hand Now I am the Your life, your life, your life Got your heart in hand Your heart in my hand Now I am the Your life, your life, your life, your life It wasn't like I didn't know these things didn't exist It was buried in my laughter Yes this plaster I picked Either that or my heart would remain an open scab And even as a child this life moves way too fast Exponential in fact, to shooting laters and back, to street fighter from pack To puberty while black, from class clown Edna Brewer see I'm tryina adapt, To my little homie Rico had a gun to my back Just for fun though, Jr high cheese fries lunch lines, somebody always picking a fight, so The one time Stayed on campus, right next to the daycare, some crossed that bridge and yes had to Payfare No judgment though, we been watching who been watching us Now we grown and we clone it's been popping up With our daughter we been brought up with our preconceived Some good some bad this beyond to our knees Now I got your heart in hand Your heart in my hand Now I am the Your life, your life, your life Got your heart in hand Your heart in my hand Now I am the Your life, your life, your life, your life What should we do with these things from our past and What should we do with these things we done masked when It was a cover-up just to protect us from the reckless Innocence that's violated now a living perspective That's just the way it is, unravel this cylical By design when our design is in his image though Why don't we profess it though, caught caught up in the likes of those People who don't even like themselves, but they will fight you though On our beliefs, G.O.D That's my currency That's my innocence, that's my learning me See these wounds we can use on each other Or be the sun who could rise for another I see the face of your soul, and it's more than surface From the playground to the alter, this is more than service Sunday mornings, just the bait to this Holy ground We gone rise to our being I can see it now