This is a song about "Washing your hands"

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

Got my hands on the wheel why your wrapped in chains

Everybody ,your hands up high,

I'll meet you in the sky

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Feel it your hands, the wind between the pines

My hands are tied so i guess your deaths justified.

Listen to treach, krs to get me through the night

Blood on your hands from a twenty something man

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

Put your hands in the air, bank clerk... work!!!

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see