PRECIOUS THINGS

These precious things All these things that we love All these precious things How they turn, how they turn All these precious things All these things that we love All these precious things How they turn, how they turn On me Never bite the hands that feed But when those same hands grab the gats and up their sleeves They gather traps and apparatus for your griefs They catch you lackin', rap around yo' hatch and squeeze I swear my hands were pure, I gave 'em manicures Became my adversaries, became my sabateurs I put karats on them just like rabbit lures My middle finger's like, "Fuck this nigga, what happened to us?" Used to be clappin' for us, thumbs up and then snappin' poets Now they be dappin' fo's and grabbin' Moet And they know that I don't drink At least I don't think I asked for peace signs, they gave me Leon Spinks I asked for "Okays", I got, "Uh, yours" and "Go aways" Shoe gestures and throat slicers, the motion's made Give me a sign when we can talk through a plan But my hands was like "Fam, you can talk to the hand," damn And these precious things All these things that we love All these precious things How they turn, how they turn All these precious things All these things that we love All these precious things How they turn, how they turn On me Who put the arms in arms? I put arms in palms We was hand in hand, Allstate Pinky speaker, thumb receiver how we used to call make All shakes Now it's fingers crossed over small stakes No taller than the crawl space Give scissors to my paper, we not on the same page We was back catcher and pitcher, now you don't even wave We used to throw the shock at Honolulu from the stage Now you just wanna throw hands and technicals on my plays (goddamn) And these precious things (yeah, yeah) All these things that we love All these precious things (these precious little things) How they turn, how they turn All these precious things (yeah, yeah) All these things that we love All these precious things How they turn, how they turn On me It's like you could've done more to try and keep us out them handcuffs It's like we only matter when fans is putting they hands up You got popular, treated us like the Yakuza You was Vampire Hunter D, now you Alukah See that's the thing 'cause we was praying for you Air guitar and playing for you You turned a deaf ear to what we was saying to you We was here, can't go back to before The problem is you don't use us to write the raps anymore Yeah (yeah) Precious, precious, precious, precious Things that we love They love, they love Yeah, yeah Precious things Love, love --- PRECIOUS THINGS - Lupe Fiasco