Texty:
James Hands In The Rain

and heart into battle Hold your hands up and feel the rain Falling and falling like metal Again All in the cause of a war Hold your hands up and feel the rain

the King then shots ring You laying on your balcony with holes in your dream Or you Malcolm X'd out, get distracted by screams Er'body get your hand off

deep end Ghost town, show down, diamond head creek bed The fugitive pugilist Luminous, anonymous Doomsday is looming us, it's obvious Heal like the hands

Reuben James Reuben James, you still walk Reuben James one dark cloudy day they brought you from the fields To your lonely pine box came a preacher me and the rain

Don't spit game, just sell Rick James Baby boy, my nick name is Switch Lanes Slash stick change, Slash get brain Slash that nigga, Slash make it rain

(D. Vaughn, M. Clayton, B. St.James, M. Hudson) I count the headlights on the highway spinning 'round Until the sparkle blurs my eyes I want to run until

Through forest and moors as the clouds filled the skies The storm broke upon us with fury and flame Both hunters and hunted washed out in the rain Ah, my James

Reuben James Reuben James you still walk... Reuben James one dark cloudy day they brought you from the fields And that lonely pinebox came just a preacher me and the rain

, clap, boom, clap Boom, clap, boom, clap Boom, clap, boom, clap Boom, clap, boom, clap Now everybody get your hands up Now everybody get your hands