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Hands Held High

 

Turn my mic up louder, I got to say somethin’

Lightweights step it aside when we comin’

Feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumpin’

People on the street they panic and start runnin’

 

Words on loose leaf sheet, complete comin’

I jump on my mind, I summon the rhyme I’m dumpin’

Healin’ the blind, I promise to let the sun in

Sick of the dark ways we march to the drummin’

 

Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumpin’

Fuck that, I wanna see some fists pumpin’

Risk somethin’, take back what’s yours

Say somethin’ that you know they might attack you for

 

‘Cause I’m sick of being treated like I had before

Like it’s stupid standin’ for what I’m standin’ 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

And these fuckers are laughin’ their way to the bank, and cashin’ their cheque

Askin’ you to have compassion and have some respect

 

For a leader so nervous in an obvious way

Stutterin’ and mumblin’ for nightly news to replay

And the rest of the world watchin’ at the end of the day

In the living room laughin’ like, “What did he say?”

 

(Amen)

(Amen)

(Amen)

(Amen)

(Amen)

 

In my livin’ room watchin’, but I am not laughin’

‘Cause when it gets tense, I know what might happen

The world is cold, the bold men take action

Have to react to get blown into fractions

 

Ten years old, it’s somethin’ 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 they’re 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

Stutterin’ and mumblin’ 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

(Amen) The ocean opens up to swallow you

 

(Amen) With hands held high into a sky so blue

(Amen) The ocean opens up to swallow you

 

(Amen) With hands held high into a sky so blue

(Amen) The ocean opens up to swallow you

 

(Amen) With hands held high into a sky so blue

(Amen) The ocean opens up to swallow you

 

(Amen) With hands held high into a sky so blue

(Amen) The ocean opens up to swallow you

 

(Amen) With hands held high into a sky so blue

(Amen) The ocean opens up to swallow you