In Good Hands Songtext / Lyric

Waqas



Trials and tribulations

Nomatter what happens

Allways remember

In the end we all in good hands

regardless

Im talking bout years

Fullgrown tears

loosing ur self in the spotlight and fears

Young and restless he dont care

Doesnt listen to the fam

But with his peers he all ears

Walking from one shaking floor to another

He out the window

suddenly

The wind blows

His face shows

For a second hesitation

Then of he go






Yesterday is gone and its tale has been told

Today new seeds are growing to be old

Like flowin. water, why oh why oh why oh why oh why

Do fathers have to cry though in good hands we know we are?

Oh why?

Good good hands

Dont you know my friend

Good good hads

We just leave each day behind

Free from sadness, free of strife

Good good hands



Walking from one shaking floor to another

Brother, It's your own son

Tossed up, unsecure still thrilled

Hanging there for a second . time aint healing everything

I . watch the sky - hold ya breath . looking down . aint no stress

thinking whut kept me from thanking the Most High,

this world n the next,

grabbin my first child...



Isam



Yesterday is gone and its tale has been told

Today new seeds are growing to be old

Like flowin. water, why oh why oh why oh why oh why

Do fathers have to cry though in good hands we know we are?

Oh why?



Isam



Believe me, it aint really worth it

We all do mistakes man

Aint nobody perfect

Remember u in my du'a, down goes my forehead

Everytime I swear I luv u like my own fam.

Don't let them get to ya

It's just a phase u going through

Screamin. out on the top of your lungs, aint nuttin shameful

Whatever happens, man, happens for a reason, man

The hardest war to win is against ya self

Not your own fam.



Lenny



Un momentico

Contestame, temes a vivir?

No puede ser, manten la fe

Respira bien profu&ndo

Te conosco eres fuerte y cada brisa lleva rumbo

Se que la tormenta sopla en contra tuya

Paciencia

No dejes que la lluvia mate tu inocencia

Ven a mi y llora aqui en mi hombro



Isam



Yesterday is gone and its tale has been told

Today new seeds are growing to be old

Like flowin. water, why oh why oh why oh why oh why

Do fathers have to cry though in good hands we know we are?

Oh why?

Good good hands

Dont you know my friend

Good good hads

We just leave each day behind

Free from sadness, free of strife

Good good hands



Free from sadness, free of strife

Free of pain, gotta free my mind

Forget your figuring, forget yourself

Listen to the brain of ya heart my friend