In Good Hands (feat. Ka)

[Verse 1: Navy Blue]
Moroccan stew, dry grapes in the couscous, simmer down
Mexicano wore a Zoot suit, I wore a crown, sky bound
Heaven and earth, my brother wore a shroud
Kept all my blessings in a pile
Michael's still deceased and my father in denial
Who gon' hold me down? Who gon' hold me up?
Moroccan mint, I had to squint to see the truth
Lost within the crowd, it was close to dusk
When I greet Baba Amos know our shoulders touch
Iboru, Iboya, Ibo che che
My father say the life I live with righteousness, and Pisces what my rising is
Eyesight, my horizon is all kind of red
Still Navy Blue, door swing closed, know it's you
Watching over me, we the only two sons that he had
Try to live within the moment, not within your past
Sad you'll never know because to grow we must surpass
All the hatred they disguise while the pain everlasting
Good riddance of my past friends
Who could never bear the burden of a black man
Now I know why I'm nervous 'round these Anglo-Saxons
Wore the witches 'round my neck, got my dad's hands
[Refrain: Navy Blue]
I'm in good hands
I'm in good hands
Word to Mac, I'm in good hands, good hands
I'm in good hands
I'm in good hands
I'm in good hands
Pops got his hands washed, I'm in good hands
I'm in good hands, yeah
I'm in good hands
I'm in good hands, I'm in good hands, yeah
I'm in good hands, I'm in good hands
I'm in good hands, yeah
[Verse 2: Ka]
Tried the stove top to hop off the old block
None chipped in to save me
During my reign what I showered is gifts for the baby
Gears of war years before I enlisted with Navy
Too many struggling loved ones to ever sit in Mercedes
From that population where spread love's the obligation
For a good span my hood ran like a sovereign nation
But then D-Days planes dropped off 'caine to freeways
Them pounds made battlegrounds in tenements and PJs
For economy many fought
D's in the street disastrous
Ironically many bought a Jesus piece or a Lazarus
Even friends in a frenzy became ravenous
Brothers named universal, wise, supreme became savages
It's said the common thread with our enemies
Is we was all men in need with no amenities
Couldn't sit in peace, we each hit the streets for remedies
Through the hatred accumulate a hundred arms we was centipedes
The stress of empty pantries kept us antsy
No lie, essentials essentially in a shanty
Could give scripture but that big picture is what you can't see
Every grain I spelt is what helped enhance me
Went from gun waving to saving lives
I give sight to the blind just for the 85
That's what I was in the line of scrimmage
Lost some folks of course, that growth redefined percentage
Doomed in the womb, surprised I ain't see a hanger
Start questioning affection when all you see is anger
But now I'm in good hands
Surrounded by good women, good babies, good mans
Hey I'm in good hands
Surrounded by good women, good babies, good mans
[Outro]
I'm in good hands
I'm in good hands