my hands i use to pick up a pen and write

rather pick up a bottle and crack somebody in the face

my hands i use to pick up weights and workout

where i channel my energy to build my mind, body, and soul

my hands i use to give a pound and hug to my homeboys

not to knuckle up where at that point, i'll put your brain to sleep

my hands i use to massage a woman's body where tingling touches

leads to erotic sensations where hormones is screaming for love

my hands is never use to hit a woman where many guys justify their behavior

because women pissed them off

my hands is use to help an elderly cross the street to assure one's safety

not gestures that threatens one's life where fear is racing up and down their spine

my hands is use to pat somebody on the back for job well done

and not like a snake that slithers, coil, and strike

my hands is use to balled up to relax my muscles

not mounting up anger to where i beat you until i break something or see blood gushing out of your body

my hands is use where i raise them to the sky and say thank you

my hands i use to pound my chest because i have heart to persevere

and not drop them to the ground in failure

because unlike myself, cowards will run

running leads to more problems