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