In Good Hands

[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 Max, 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 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 Deeds in the street disastrous Ironically many bought a Jesus piece or a Lazarus Even friends in the 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 And all our essentials are essentially in a shanty Can 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 Now give sight to the blind just for the 85 That's what I was at 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