This is a song about "People holding hands"

You will join, into destiny's hands

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

With a thousand latinos! holding rakes with leaves!

While holding the gun backwards!

Know just what you worth

Holding on the tsunamis cruise army

I just want somebody i can see

Literally you gotta make attendancy to brilliantly detach the facts

Never kind they destroyed my faith in other people, made me blind to any helping hands.

I'm popping rubber bands

I ain't gotta try, work my hands

I welcome with my hands,

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

Imagine life in a maniacs hands,