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letra de the hand of god - jermaine carr

written by jermaine nathaniel carr

intro (frisko encapuche sample)

si el enemigo quiere guerra
pues que tire y que no atrase
llevo tiempo esperando para que empiese su ataque
y si dice que son buenos espero que me sobrepase
wicked boys inna di place
comiensa a darle clases
3x ahora queres que me encapuche? pu,pu, puche?
visto de fatiga con mi arma en su estuche
encapuche, pu, pu, puche
ahh!

1 verse

god bless the soul of miguel bailey
my first lady lost our first baby
lord save me, satan’s been celebrating
foreseeing life in saint quentin
all that i’m saying
i ma young poor fella, skin colored nutella
i was in the dark, but had visions like helen keller
nurtured by mi abuela
tortured by the bodega
where cops with hidden agendas would oppress us
put us on stretchers
honor is precious
but your man’s mitching like rico
i found myself pushing perico with federico
on broadway & graham/ avenue of puerto rico
but i was speared from crucifixion, i was one of jesus’ peoples
rolling through the city in his s550
n0body could f-ck with me
i’m head of my commitee
judas die from self-pity
i’m a motherf-cking god in my city

chorus
father forgive me
if my prayers ain’t long enough
i’ve been patient for way too long
i know that you showed me your plans
and maybe i’m forcing the hand of god
but i want it now
(one of jesus peoples)
i want it now

2nd verse

god bless the soul of my n-gga taiga
police didn’t care about my n-gga either
wifey been tripping, said she’s moving to north carolina
you’d be surprised to see what n-ggas would do for v-g-n-
been a week since my patience expired
but i ain’t sour over no spilled milked
don’t yall feel guilt?
brutus betrayed the one that he claimed to admire
watch your friends close
might turn like a dryer
bigger your nostrils, the bigger your problems
i thought i could avoid it by becoming a scholar
but rather
learned to chop it like benihana
putting work like two rihannas
keep a piece like dalai lama
so how the f-ck can you judge me your honor?!
was at the corner of halsey & saratoga
where i witness god’s mercy
so now i testify of ….
take me with you when it’s over
i’m your servant, i’m your soldier
i’m your child…

3rd verse
these money ain’t a thing but the sweetest drug
but you won’t know till you’re sober
or you’re fienin’ for more
i’m nothing like the n-gga that you used to know
all this pain it got a hold on my soul
all my n-ggas dead
or locked up for years
for nothing
for nothing
for nothing at all
screaming f-ck the feds
i’ll bust this k instead
say something
say something
n-gga say something now

- jermaine carr

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