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I got the mark of your hand tattooed on my rear
Same hand healing wounds, clears away my tears
imperfect presence, drumsets and snowboards,
the perfect presents, time and money to afford

VERSE 1

Growing up I had a little too much energy
Falling down stairs knocking over hot barley tea
On my fathers leg, that did not end well
I felt the fury of when my father's hand fell
left cheek, right cheek, right cheek, right cheek,
Hence I love the boom baps, and this funky beat,
Uma comforted me, big sister asked to see
I showed the mark of what my father's hand had done to me
There I was, in the bathroom mirror
Eyes tearing up and reflection, less clear

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VERSE 2

Uba's hand, my fathers hand, in a foreign land
Keep your dreams alive, time is quicksand
Trips to Disney World, I hope you understand
Memories don't lie, you're a good man
I've heard it said that it's hard to find a good man
Tequilla nights yet you tried to understand
Sacrifice displayed, faithful from day to day
Your presence, like the early morning sunrays
Truthfully, it's hard to understand your ways,
Your fist through the wall, I guess we are just jars of clay
Black holes bring confusion like Confucian
Black holes play use your illusion

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VERSE 3

I guess it started young, I liked risk
Charging down big hills with the big kids
I was going fast, I was a bit scared
I made it to the bottom, but I was not prepared
I pulled the handle brakes, I got Jordan air
Over the handle bars, all the kids stared
My face skated along the concrete like the great one
Scrape Scrape, fork and knife peameal bacon
My fathers hand with the cotton balls and alcohol
Bringing healing to my fall, he heard me call

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