Hands Held High

Turn my mic up louder, I got to say something
 Lightweights steppin' aside when we come in
 Feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumping
 People on the street then panic and start running
 Words on loose leaf sheet, complete coming
 I jump in my mind, I summon the rhyme I'm dumping
 Healing the blind, I promise to let the sun in
 Sick of the dark ways we march to the drumming
 Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping
 Fuck that, I wanna see some fists pumping
 Risk something, take back what's yours
 Say something that you know they might attack you for
 'Cause I'm sick of being treated like I had before
 Like it's stupid standing for what I'm standing for
 Like this war's really just a different brand of war
 Like it doesn't cater to rich and abandon poor
 Like they understand you, in the back of their jet
 When you can't put gas in your tank
 These fuckers are laughing their way to the bank, and cashing their check
 Asking you to have compassion and have some respect
 For a leader so nervous in an obvious way
 Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
 And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
 In the living room, laughing like, "What did he say?"
 Amen
 Amen
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 Amen
 Amen
 Amen
 In my living room watching it, but I am not laughing
 'Cause when it gets tense, I know what might happen
 The war is cold, the bold men take action
 Have to react to get blown into fractions
 Ten years old, there's something to see
 Another kid my age drugged under a Jeep
 Taken and bound and found later under a tree
 I wonder if he had thought 'the next one could be me'
 Do you see the soldiers that are out today?
 They brush the dust from bulletproof vests away
 It's ironic, at times like this you'd pray
 But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday
 There's bombs on the buses, bikes, roads
 Inside your market, your shops, and your clothes
 My dad, he's got a lot of fear, I know
 But 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 on 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 mumbling for nightly news to replay
 The rest of the world watching at the end of the day
 Both 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
 With hands held high into a sky so blue
 As the ocean opens up to swallow you
 With hands held high into a sky so blue
 As the ocean opens up to swallow you
 With hands held high into a sky so blue
 As the ocean opens up to swallow you
 With hands held high into a sky so blue
 As the ocean opens up to swallow you
 With hands held high into a sky so blue
 As the ocean opens up to swallow you