Lyrics In Good Hands - Outlandish

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