A Man's Hand-Produced by Musickal Jeanius
PRODUCED BY MUSICKAL JEANIUS.
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Listen and reflect.
I basically rap about life.
If u wanna take a step inside to see how crazy it can be, feel free.
Know that it is (typically) non-fiction, or heavily metaphorical.
Story behind the song
so the basic story behind the song is sayin--A man's hand can go through struggles, pain, joy, and temptation in his life, working to get to some goal, but in the end, whether he reached the goal or not, it doesnt matter because he's dead. so all his hard work didn't pay off because thats all he did.
Lyrics
A man’s hand got power to look at the brite side
livin a lie, but got power to look in his wifes eyes
tryna develop, getting held bak jus by life’s size
knows good and evil but don’t know if hes on the rite side
he mite try da church, but mite try da coke
devoted to style, hes one who blindsides the jokes
In this man’s hand is wut holds the knowledge of peace
but he don’t use it, hes too busy polishin beasts
he knows rite from wrong, but he follows his feet
his brain’s dead, unconscious like he fallin from heat
hungry fo answers in his hand, he stallin to eat
off subject, im a lyricist whos fallin too deep but
all of u people know. A man’s hands wus dirty
cuz he reaching fo things thas gon befo he count to thirty
tryna make impact, befo his life is ready
so smaller things add up, and now are twice as heavy
his fites is steady, losin befo he gets a chance
and cant advance, cuz wuts rong has always gripped his pants
he knows God is there, but he cant knick a glance
evry time he gets up the devil kicks his stance
a man’s hand’s wut can hold lite and mold a life
but hes even taken the sun that he owes the nite
but he folds his site, only seein temptation
a mans hand holds fear wen the demons hav faced him
CHORUS
some ask wut it takes to grasp the hand of a real man
I got struck wit the knowledge from God but I still stand
it seems evry mans hand keeps a kill plan
wit words ill unleash a beast, but im still man
I hold the glove to the hand of a man
jus to handle the pan, that’s cookin up a handful of land
to gain ground, wen my hands stuck on negative drills
always aware and awake, not like sedative pills
ahead of the thrills, this mans hand keeps distance from the cookie jar
away from those who been in the game but don’t know who the rookies are
im the type of man whos hand is scarred
Was flyin high, but fell out the sky and landed hard
its like a mans hand has eyes, its seen the pain
its seen a clear sky but seen the rain
my hand has seen 15 years of separation
jus cuz I’m black don’t mean that I wasn’t God’s creation
…….now u see where I’m getting
my flows now, aint really like the rest that ive ritten
the best of me sittin, wen I should be out lookin difference
holdin me bak, tryna say that they isn’t
a mans hand grabs good, and turns it to the side of anger
aside from the battle wounds it can hide the danger
I’m jus mentally struck,
a mans hand gon reach in the crevice not gently stuck
CHORUS
some ask wut it takes to grasp the hand of a real man
I got struck wit the knowledge from God but I still stand
it seems evry mans hand keeps a kill plan
wit words ill unleash a beast, but im still man
