Hands 2gether

Hands come together for payday to my boss

I clutch em again, praying away sin

pray I don't break cause life is in a bend

Trynna dodge a snake, but trynna build a friend

And I might try again, but that all just depends

If my hope that's within learn to cope after when

That rope under chin start choking my wind

Hang you to dry is the trend of the men

Niggas pray to the sky for a few bejamin's

So they can get high

Grow wings and then fly, and they days passing by

When they sober in mind, see the pain in they eyes