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From Our Hands Someone Like Me

you hold with every pain you feel Another worthless piece of flesh you're captured in I'm sick of standing all alone on empty street Every city, every suburb has someone like me

give (I want you, girl) And there ain't nothing we could find Someone like you to call mine [Michael Jackson] In time I knew that love would bring This happiness to me

the way, so I flow like Nile's waters African-American rebel of authority Majority, while I'm so-called minority Sometimes they ask me, "Why are you the

age? Before I'm shot up or locked up in a fuckin' cage. Lord help me, guide me, save me! Cause that's the way that Daddy raised me crazy. Do or die.

my jewelry off But it threw me off the first time I called and you blew me off It was a shock, it struck me as odd, but it turned me on You started gettin

off Like me motherfucker, you've been at it for too long While you feed off all this insecurity You stand in front of me and bite the hand that feeds

9, number 9, number 9 I've missed all of that It makes me a few days late Compared with, like, wow! And weird stuff like that Taking our sides sometimes

like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet? We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it And Louise holds a handful

like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet? We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it And Louise holds a handful