My hands up, face to the sky, na humble plea [Solemn Piano Intro]

Warri pikin dey pray, for the future wey I see.

This my hands, oh Lord, I nor wan stain them oh [Akpala Drum Groove]

From the streets to the altar, let my blessings flow.

See this palm lines? Na hustle pattern draw [Flute Melody Weave]

Every calloused finger, obeying divine law.

I nor wan use am do bad thing oh, my conscience dey cry [Voice Cracks slightly]

Only pure money, na wetin I dey eye.

Dey grind from early morning, till the sun dey set [Street Chant Ad-libs]

For my family, for my people, no regret.

Dey hustle legit, my spirit dey high [Rhythmic Repetition Surge]

Oghene go bless me, I believe say I go fly.

Dem talk say street life na curse, but I see grace [Raw Gist Flow - BPM picks slightly]

My hands clean, my heart open, I dey run my race.

The pain dey for my muscle, the sweat for my brow [Percussion Accent]

But my future dey shine, I dey see am right now.

Remember those days, when belle dey rumble bad?

Na these same hands wipe the tears wey I had.

Now I raise them high, a testimony for all [Build-up to Benediction]

Warri blood strong, I nor dey fall.

(Spoken Word - Deep, reflective)

*This my hands, them build, them pray, them fight clean.*

*For every obstacle, every battle unseen.*

*Na Warri spirit, never dey compromise.*

*The hustle valid, from the street to the skies.*

Oh, these hands, them go touch gold, them go touch peace [Gospel Choir Swell]

From struggle and sorrow, I find sweet release.

This my hands, na my covenant, na my vow [Talking Drum Interlude]

Bless my future, Oghene, make it happen now!

Egbegbe no dey carry last, na my anthem loud [Rhythmic Repetition Surge]

This my hands go lift me above the crowd.

From Warri soil, a blessed seed I sow [Outro Riff - Piano & Flute]

Watch my clean hands, watch my blessings grow.

(Ad-libs) Oh, my hands... no dey carry last!

H.Y... Clean heart, clean hands! [Fade to Echoing Hum]