作词 : Richard Maule/Emmanuel Nwaohai 作曲 : Richard Maule/Shem Raeburn My hands are weak Heavy heart All that fire... My hands are weak All that rage Slowly falls.. Give me a date and time and I'll help you picture my frame of mind 13 I was accustomed to the playground in the palm of my hand Kicks were custom There was no law of the land for the ladies man But flip the script You're a product of a single mother's insecurities Moulded by her fears That facade you brave, is fake Gassed up and I see past your shell. Son You were born to change the world, But you're hiding yourself behind the mask the typical class clown. Loud mouth, Picky hair Hard to hold down Cos Daddy wasn't there Excuse after excuse Mum at work by time I woke for school, ironic she never saw her sun-rise Backpack on my back, note on the table I'll be home by 9 And up late she would stay To make sure that we saw eye to eye Cross on my pendant still a million miles from heaven 14 I survived a beating on a 97 Mistaken identity Could've easily been me on the News at 7 And By 16 I started Losing friends I considered family Fell for a girl that couldn't stand with me Till I was in too deep, said f it all I mean I just couldn't shake trouble In the Grange blocks with Courvos’ bottles Feds circling, its hot boy, you don't shuffle On my own I learnt the difference between familiarity and family And that right there was my amnesty I looked up to older niggas that grew tired But none of them said I can grow be an older admired None of them said my passion can sink ships When you just channel that fire I've always been motivated but at 17 I found some drive Cos if life offers you a new beginning, you take it and leap Make molehills out of mountain peaks Or get dirt thrown on you before you're 6 feet deep My hands are weak. My hands are weak Heavy heart All that fire... My hands are weak All that rage Slowly falls.. 18 in the college atrium I was daydreaming Chris, Kamaal and Akeem Said my poems gave em a new feeling And I found strength exposing my own weaknesses Side by side with my old demons - no choice but to overcome My many directions became one Live while you're young But mould the man that you'd become I admittedly weren't ready for the world yet Student loan weren't enough, I can tell you bout debt Tell you bout pressure In my uni room strapping stanzas for depression The fact I'm even standing is a blessing I said I could've been mourned on the News at 7. Before 19, I had performed on the news at 7 I’ve had to hold my own to grow No I don’t boast - it’s the truth Sink or Swim? I had to choose At 21 with a 2:1 21 with a pen doing 32's just to get free 21 on a good run Friends I had at 12 on the school run or shoot guns I do this for Mum But Mum doesn't think this can build home Truth or no, I dunno All I know is this is the warm up Or the home stretch Christmas 15 shelving New Look genes By 2017, I was on every shop floor, every screen as compliments of the season Repeated it Summer 18 You’ve either heard or you’ve seen And if you've ever heard my story, I hope stand for me And If you don't ... sit down with me Speak with me Losing friends is no longer a trend I wish to continue I'm sorry that I'm still so sinful But I don't judge a man before I know what he's been through I left certain things behind to make sure I can handle my business right They say my future's bright, I was raised in the darkness but it's about time I that I come for my shine and took a step.. ..into the light Out from the shade Time moves on Memories fade My hands are weak Heavy heart All that fire... My hands are weak All that rage Slowly falls..My hands are weak Heavy heart All that fire... My hands are weak All that rage Slowly falls.. Give me a date and time and I'll help you picture my frame of mind 13 I was accustomed to the playground in the palm of my hand Kicks were custom There was no law of the land for the ladies man But flip the script You're a product of a single mother's insecurities Moulded by her fears That facade you brave, is fake Gassed up and I see past your shell. Son You were born to change the world, But you're hiding yourself behind the mask the typical class clown. Loud mouth, Picky hair Hard to hold down Cos Daddy wasn't there Excuse after excuse Mum at work by time I woke for school, ironic she never saw her sun-rise Backpack on my back, note on the table I'll be home by 9 And up late she would stay To make sure that we saw eye to eye Cross on my pendant still a million miles from heaven 14 I survived a beating on a 97 Mistaken identity Could've easily been me on the News at 7 And By 16 I started Losing friends I considered family Fell for a girl that couldn't stand with me Till I was in too deep, said f it all I mean I just couldn't shake trouble In the Grange blocks with Courvos’ bottles Feds circling, its hot boy, you don't shuffle On my own I learnt the difference between familiarity and family And that right there was my amnesty I looked up to older niggas that grew tired But none of them said I can grow be an older admired None of them said my passion can sink ships When you just channel that fire I've always been motivated but at 17 I found some drive Cos if life offers you a new beginning, you take it and leap Make molehills out of mountain peaks Or get dirt thrown on you before you're 6 feet deep My hands are weak. My hands are weak Heavy heart All that fire... My hands are weak All that rage Slowly falls.. 18 in the college atrium I was daydreaming Chris, Kamaal and Akeem Said my poems gave em a new feeling And I found strength exposing my own weaknesses Side by side with my old demons - no choice but to overcome My many directions became one Live while you're young But mould the man that you'd become I admittedly weren't ready for the world yet Student loan weren't enough, I can tell you bout debt Tell you bout pressure In my uni room strapping stanzas for depression The fact I'm even standing is a blessing I said I could've been mourned on the News at 7. Before 19, I had performed on the news at 7 I’ve had to hold my own to grow No I don’t boast - it’s the truth Sink or Swim? I had to choose At 21 with a 2:1 21 with a pen doing 32's just to get free 21 on a good run Friends I had at 12 on the school run or shoot guns I do this for Mum But Mum doesn't think this can build home Truth or no, I dunno All I know is this is the warm up Or the home stretch Christmas 15 shelving New Look genes By 2017, I was on every shop floor, every screen as compliments of the season Repeated it Summer 18 You’ve either heard or you’ve seen And if you've ever heard my story, I hope stand for me And If you don't ... sit down with me Speak with me Losing friends is no longer a trend I wish to continue I'm sorry that I'm still so sinful But I don't judge a man before I know what he's been through I left certain things behind to make sure I can handle my business right They say my future's bright, I was raised in the darkness but it's about time I that I come for my shine and took a step.. ..into the light Out from the shade Time moves on Memories fade My hands are weak Heavy heart All that fire... My hands are weak All that rage Slowly falls..