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Getting My Hands Dirty


In stead of locking the door on his sinful outlets, he chose to step in.

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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