This is a song about "Washing your hands"

We're rising up, put your hands up, then stand strong,

I feel goodgot some time off, girl, it's been so long

Wash the blood of your fucking hands

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Those shroom's in your hands where'd they go?

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

We're rising up, put your hands up, then stand strong,

Soon you'll be on your hands and knees begging please

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

He yelled go back to your room, hands still on her neck.

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

He yelled go back to your room, hands still on her neck.