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Turn my mic up louder, I got to say somethin' Lightweights steppin' aside when we come in 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 in my mind, I summon the rhyme I'm dumpin' Healing the blind, I promise to let the sun in Sick of the dark ways we march to the drum and
Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumpin' Fuck that, I wanna see some fists pumpin' 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 And these fuckers are laughin' their way to the bank, and cashin' their check Asking 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 the living room laughin' like, 'What did he say?'
(Amen) (Amen) (Amen) (Amen) (Amen)
In my livin' room watchin', but I am not laughin' 'Cause when it gets tense, I know what might happen The world is cold, the bold men take action Have to react to get blown into fractions
Ten years old, it's somethin' 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 they're 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, 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 Stutterin' and mumblin' 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 (Amen) The ocean opens up to swallow you
(Amen) With hands held high into a sky so blue (Amen) The ocean opens up to swallow you
(Amen) With hands held high into a sky so blue (Amen) The ocean opens up to swallow you
(Amen) With hands held high into a sky so blue (Amen) The ocean opens up to swallow you
(Amen) With hands held high into a sky so blue (Amen) The ocean opens up to swallow you
(Amen) With hands held high into a sky so blue (Amen) The ocean opens up to swallow you
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