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 F*ck that, I wanna see some fists pumping 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 gags in your tank These f*ckers are laughing their way to the bank And cashing their check Asking you to have compassion 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, but I am not laughing 'Cause when it gets tense, I know what might happen The war is cold, the bold men take action Have to react to get blown into fractions Ten years old, there'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 a sky so blue As the ocean opens up to swallow you With hands held high into a sky so blue As the ocean opens up to swallow you With hands held high into a sky so blue As the ocean opens up to swallow you With hands held high into a sky so blue As the ocean opens up to swallow you With hands held high into a sky so blue As the ocean opens up to swallow you With hands held high into a sky so blue As the ocean opens up to swallow you