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Hands Held High

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Hands Held High

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Turn my mic up louder, I got to say somethingLightweights step it aside when we come inFeel it in your chest, the syllables get pumpingPeople on the street, they panic and start runningWords on loose leaf sheet complete comingI jump in my mind and summon the rhyme I'm dumpingHealing the blind, I promise to let the sun inSick of the dark ways we march to the drummingJump when they tell us that they wanna see jumpingFuck that, I wanna see some fists pumpingRisk something, take back what's yoursSay something that you know they might attack you for'Cause I'm sick of being treated like I have beforeLike it's stupid standing for what I'm standing forLike this war's really just a different brand of warLike it doesn't cater to rich and abandon poorLike they understand you in the back of the jetWhen you can't put gas in your tankAnd these fuckers are laughing their way to the bankCashing the checkAsking you to have compassion and have some respectFor a leader so nervous in an obvious wayStuttering and mumbling for 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, AmenAmen, AmenAmenIn my living room watching but I am not laughing'Cause when it gets tense, I know what might happenThe world is cold, the bold men take actionHave to react or get blown into fractionsTen years old, it's something to seeAnother kid my age drugged under a JeepTaken and bound and found later under a treeI wonder if he had thought the next one could be meDo you see the soldiers that are out, today?They brush the dust from bulletproof vests awayIt's ironic, at times like this you'd prayBut a bomb blew the mosque up, yesterdayThere's bombs on the buses, bikes, roadsInside your market, your shops, your clothesMy dad, he's got a lot of fear, I knowBut enough pride inside not to let that showMy brother had a book he would hold with prideA little red cover with a broken spine on the backHe hand-wrote a quote, inside"When the rich wage war, it's the poor who die"Meanwhile, the leader just talks awayStuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replayThe rest of the world watching, at the end of the dayBoth scared and angry, like "What did he say?"Amen, AmenAmen, AmenAmenWith hands held high into a sky so blueAs the ocean opens up to swallow youWith hands held high into a sky so blueAs the ocean opens up to swallow youWith hands held high into a sky so blueAs the ocean opens up to swallow youWith hands held high into a sky so blueAs the ocean opens up to swallow youWith hands held high into a sky so blueAs the ocean opens up to swallow youWith hands held high into a sky so blueAs the ocean opens up to swallow you
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