Hands Held High - Live

Turn my mic up louder, I got to say somethin'
 Lightweight step it aside when we comin'
 Feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumpin
 People on the street, they panic and start runnin
 Words on loose leaf sheet complete comin
 I jump on my mind, I summon the rhyme I'm dumpin
 Healin' the blind, I promise to let the sun in
 Sick of the dark ways, we march to the drummin
 Jump when they tell us they want to see jumpin
 Fuck that! I want to see some fists pumpin
 Risk somethin', take back what's yours
 Say somethin' that you know they might attack you for
 Cause I'm sick of bein' treated like I have before
 Like I'm stupid standin for what I'm standin 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 the jet
 When you can't put gas in your tank
 These fuckers are laughin their way to the bank and cashin' the check
 Askin' you to have compassion and have some respect
 For a leader so nervous in an obvious way
 Stutterin and mumblin for nightly news to replay
 And the rest of the world watchin at the end of the day
 In their livin room laughin like, "What did he say?"