Hands Held High

Turn my mic up louder, I got to say something

Lightweights step it aside when we come in

Feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumping

People on the street, they panic and start running

Words on loose-leaf sheet complete coming

I jump in my mind

And 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

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 have 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 the jet

When you can't put gas in your tank

These fuckers are laughing their way to the bank

And cashing the 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, but 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

Ten years old, 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, 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