Ignorance will crush us, destroy all that we have And now we offer this small bit of wisdom The heart it came from will set you on your way So let us rejoice that, the powers in our hands So let us rejoice that the power's in our hands Let it be know

Is just a grain of sand And what you've been out there searching for forever Is in your hands Sometimes that mountain you've been climbing What you got if you ain't got love The kind that you just want to give away It's okay to open up Go ahead and let

Oh, oh, oh, oh Mr. JT, now what you got for me (What you got) Oh no (Girl) Is that your hands, (your hands) Rubbing on me Is that your hands, (your hands), rubbing on me

So give it all, I give it all, We give it all, This is the reason why I sing, It's these reasons that belong to me Break through the undertow, Your hands I can't seem to find, Pollution burns my tongue, Cough the words I can't speak so I stall myself

She could hear those church bells ringing, ringing Fold your hands and close your eyes Yeah, it's all gonna be alright Yeah, they're ringing And up in the loft, that whole choir singing, singing And just listen to the church bells ringing, ringing Jenny

Aiyyo it's the immaculate conception Busta Bus himself And nuttin other than the godfather, spectacular X to the Zizzle That's what the fuck it is, 'nuff said YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! I want to see you motherfuckers put your hands up Stretch bitch like you doin

Wash my hands of this You know they're gonna burn it down You notice how God ain't even helping you out Why the hell don't you throw yourself away Baby's born on a bathroom floor Her mother prays that it'll never cry When they ask you'll say 'it isn't

Yeah-eah-eah-eah And I say yeah-eah They tell me think with my head, not that thing in my chest They got their hands at my neck this time But you're the one that I want, if that's really so wrong Then they don't know what this feeling is like I'll tell

Road trippin', summertime livin' with your hands out kissin' the wind Stuck a little somethin in my old back pocket, break it out later if you like that When the sun's dippin, we'll start to start sippin' Road, road, road, road trippin', trippin',

All you who changed your stripes can wrap me in the flag Over and over again, all these never-ending visions Over and over again like a prize that's changing hands The clock is such a drag The time has a come Hudson died in Hudson Bay The water took its