Turn my mic up louder,I got to say somethin.
Lightweights steppin' aside,when we comin.
Feel it in your chest,the syllables get pumpin.
People on the street,they panic and start running.
Words on loose leaf,sheet complete coming.
I jump on my mind,I summon the rhyme of dumping.
Feeling the blind,I promise to let the sun in.
Sick of the dark ways,we march to the drumming.
Jump when they tell usthey want to see jumping.
Fuck that, I want tosee some fist pumping.
Risk something. Take back what's yours
Say something that you know they might attack you forcause
I'm sick of being treatedlike I have before.
Like it's stupid standing forwhat I'm standing for.
Like this war is really justa different brand of war.
Like it doesn't cater to the richand an abandoned the poor.
Like they understand youin the back of the jet,
When you can't put gas in your tank.
These fuckers are laughing their way
to the bank and cashing their chequeasking you to have compassion and to have some respect.
For a leader so nervousin an obvious way
Stuttering and mumblingfor nightly news to replayand the rest of the world
watching at the end of the dayin the living room laughing
like what did he say?
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen
In my living room watching,But I am not laughing.
'Cause when it gets tense,I know what might happen.
The world is cold,The bold men take action.
Have to react,To getting blown into fractions.
10 years old is something to see,
Another kid my age dragged under a jeep,
Taken and bound and found later under a tree,
I wonder if he even thought the next one could be me.
Do you see? The soldiers that are out today.
That brush the dust with bulletproof vests away.It's ironic.
At times like this you pray,But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday.
There's bombs in the buses, bikes, roads,inside your markets,your shops, your clothes,
My dad, he's got a lot of fear I knowbut enough pride inside not to let that show.
My brother had a book he would hold with pride
A little red cover with a broken spine.
In the back he hand wrote a quote inside,when the rich wage war, it's the poor who die.
Meanwhile, the leader just talks away
Stuttering and mumblingfor nightly news to replayand
the rest of the worldwatching at the end of the dayboth scared and angry
like what did he say?
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen.
With Hands Held High into a sky so blue
as the ocean opens up to swallow you.
6x


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