Waheedah's Hands - Brother Ali

Damn Brother what’s wrong with you

I think that somebody as strong as you

Should have a better memory for what it was that brought you through

I know it’s hard for you to discard what’s carved in you

And I don’t think that’s what it is I need to talk to you

I’m not a hypocrite, I just forget

And right now, the shit I’m livin' with has got me in the thick of it

I’m strugglin'

I can feel my knees bucklin'

But all that sufferin' never made my faith muscles thin

My defense mechanism is inaction

My whole outside world is a distraction

I lose track of what day and week it is

And I forget about is my family of believers

But I with them for ten years and they raised me

It pains me that they ain’t been seeing my face lately

My daily prayin' is damn near a special occasion

As a human I neglected my station

Ooh child

Say why

Ooh child

Say why

From his hands

Clappin' church on Sunday mornin'

From his hands

You stay here I don’t want it

Say, baby don’t you run so fast

Might pound on a piece of glass

Put yourself in Jesus' hands

C’mon sang

Nineteen years old I used to preach to the people and

Teach they children that God’s voice was deep within

Travel overseas learning how to live and breath

What I believe ain’t waterin' my seeds child

I carried my head all off balance

Too spiritual to develop raw talents

That Brother walk around with his head in the clouds

Till real life came and punched him dead in the mouth

Brought him out there no where near prepared

Not secure enough to admit he was scared

So he flipped the scene

But he

Still extreme

And the only thing that changed is his Yang became Ying

Changed in the place where the?

Juma?

resumed

While he tried to get his crew out the Room With A View

Those old ladies words still ingrained in his brain

When he prays he remembers their names

Please Allah don’t let my heart get heart get too far gone

Or let me die while I’m riding out the groove that I’m on

It’s goes Hebrew