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 pumpin

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 im dumping.

Healing the blind I promise to let the sun in

Sick of the dark ways we march to the drum and

Jump when they tell us that they wanna to see jumping.

Fuck that, I wanna see some fist pumping.

risk something, take back whats yours

say something that you know they might attack you for

cause Im sick of being treated like I have before

like its stupid standing for what Im standing for.

Like this wars really just a different brand of war.

Like it doesnt cater to rich and abandon poor.

Like they understand you in the back of the jet,

when you cant put gas in your tank, and these fuckers are

laughing their way to the bank, cashing the check

asking you to have compassion, have 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, 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, its something to see, another

kid my age drug 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, theyre out today they

Brush the dust from bulletproof vests away.

Its ironic, at times like this you pray,

but a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday.

Theres bombs on the buses, bikes, roads,

inside your market,your shops, your clothes, My dad,

Hes 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, its the poor who die"

And meanwhile, the leader just talks away

Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay

and 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.



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