Songtexte:
From Our Hands Changes

change our minds And separate the present from tomorrow Disguised as yesterday Time moves so slow, but change comes too fast On top of the world, how could it last? So many hands

book, man, I think about legacy And our legacy as Christians is the truth of God God has entrusted us with His truth Wants us to pass it down from generation

s teaching. The gospel of Christ made some things change because now he and Philemon became the same slaves - slaves to Christ. Onesimus stayed beside Paul in Prison He had changed

the game nigga Never let the game play you And for the fame Niggas change fast That's a shame What's the game Lost souls Who controls our brain

hell Put a pistol in your hand and let you fade yourself It ain't right, what you put your momma through, young G Gotta change your life, take the game from

then Me on the other hand, Don Bishop and Pimp King (*harmonizing of "doo, doo" plays in backgroud until G-Unit is yelled) I'm runnin' from a digital

teach our offspring for themselves, every man We shrug shoulders and create yet another -ism We dissuade our young from using their imagination We avert our eyes from this our

For somethin? to change my ways Clouds they came rollin? And from the thunder I heard them say The rain wizard will wash our hands Bring magic to our

. I'm still single. And even though I look meager, I'm eager to make some money. My heart is more than a direction, my protection from dummies. Hold your hand like babies, feel my hand