These Hands Ain’t Doing That

Put my name across Los Angeles

Paint still drying on the wall

They said vandal, I said artist

They weren't laughing much at all

Nary has had the whole thing figured

Who to pay and where to stand

I knew who would hear him talking

Who would need a different plan

Sometimes lunch could fix a problem

Everybody brought a gun to solve

Girl, put that shit away

Your food's about to get cold

These hands

Still got color underneath the nails

Thinkin' for a little more than livin' just to stay out of jail

I don't play, I can't dress up

You know I've had your back

But you asked me for those boys' lives

These hands ain't doin' that

These hands ain't doin' it

Kurt, we're talkin' about the water

I'm out here lookin' out for him

Somewhere in the middle of it

I quit thinking you and them

Started wanting one more story

One more ride, another meal

Funny how the smallest things can fuck up one hell of a deal

You could tell me why it made sense

You could lay the whole thing out

But they hadn't done a damn thing

What else you talking about?

These hands

Still got color underneath the nails

Been reaching for a little more than living just to stay out of jail

I've done plenty I can't dress up

You know I've had your back

But you asked me for those boys' lives

These hands ain't doing that

We go back too far

For me to make some speech

You already know I heard you

Ain't a thing you gotta repeat

I wish you could have met me

Somewhere outside that plan

We might have sat and ate together

You might have been my friend again

Now Pini calls me in for dinner

There's dirt across the trailer floor

I keep it stuck in some new truck

She says, wash up, babe, some more

Used to wonder who was calling

What they wanted, what went wrong

Now somebody wants me home

Before the food's been sitting long

These hands

Got a little pain left in them still

Got some work to do tomorrow, got somebody sayin' you will

I ain't sick at all, forgive me some days, I don't know what to say

But she reaches for me sleepin'

And these hands know where to stand

All the way from this

Oh, yeah, I see

You see my shoes

Why everybody laughing?