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Hands Held High<br />
<br />
Turn my mic up louder, I got to say something<br />
Lightweights steppin' aside when we come in<br />
Feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumping<br />
People on the street then panic and start running<br />
Words on loose leaf sheet, complete coming<br />
I jump in my mind, I summon the rhyme I'm dumping<br />
Healing the blind, I promise to let the sun in<br />
Sick of the dark ways we march to the drumming<br />
Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping<br />
Fuck that, I wanna see some fists pumping<br />
List something, take back what's yours<br />
Say something that you know they might attack you for<br />
'Cause I'm sick of being treated like I had before<br />
Like it's stupid standing for what I'm standing for<br />
Like this war's really just a different brand of war<br />
Like it doesn't cater to rich and abandon poor<br />
Like they understand you, in the back of their jet<br />
When you can't put gas in your tank, these fuckers<br />
Are laughing their way to the bank, and cashing their check<br />
Asking you to have the passion and have some respect<br />
For a leader so nervous in an obvious way<br />
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay<br />
And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day<br />
In the living room, laughing like, 'What did he say?'<br />
<br />
Amen<br />
Amen<br />
Amen<br />
Amen<br />
Amen<br />
<br />
In my living room watching it, I am not laughing<br />
'Cause when it gets tense, I know what might happen<br />
The world is cold, the bold men take action<br />
Have to react or get blown into fractions<br />
At 10 years old, it's something to see<br />
Another kid my age drugged under a Jeep<br />
Taken and bound and found later under a tree<br />
I wonder if he had thought the next one could be me<br />
Do you see the soldiers that are out today?<br />
They brush the dust from bulletproof vests away<br />
It's ironic, at times like this you'd pray<br />
But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday<br />
There's bombs on the buses, bikes, roads<br />
Inside your market, your shops, and your clothes<br />
My dad, he's got a lot of fear, I know<br />
But enough pride inside not to let that show<br />
My brother had a book he would hold with pride<br />
A little red cover with a broken spine on the back<br />
He hand-wrote a quote inside,<br />
'When the rich wage war, it's the poor who die'<br />
Meanwhile, the leader just talks away<br />
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay<br />
The rest of the world watching at the end of the day<br />
Both scared and angry, like 'What did he say?'<br />
<br />
Amen<br />
Amen<br />
Amen<br />
Amen<br />
Amen<br />
<br />
With hands held high into the skies above<br />
The ocean opens up to swallow you