Getting My Hands Dirty
He Put Gloves on and the searched begins .
Robbery, It’s the big R.
The definition of take everything ,leave you blind .
So for the ones that been listen , open your eyes
it’s story time.
today is different Even for me,
theres a feeling I’ll never forget .
The person that shows me the ropes, is back showing me the basic .
We came around a few dollars but I only wanted a new cross necklace.
Jesus cross is the mold.
He granted us to ability to endure certain obstacle.
But First, We had to go out and explore
I’m somewhere between 10 and 13
And The summer green .
In that moment
I said a prayer from my knees
I’m okay
that’s what I’ll remember about that day.
I will leave this house
with clean hands.
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