| 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
List 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 the
passion 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
Amen
Amen
Amen
In my living room watching it,
I am not laughing
'Cause when it gets tense,
I know what might happen
The world is cold,
the bold men take action
Have to react or get
blown into fractions
At 10 years old,
it'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 the skies above
The ocean opens up to swallow you
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