Turn my mic up louder, I’ve got to say something
Lightweights stepping 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, I summon the rhyme I’m dumpin
I’m 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 want to see jumping
Fuck that, I want to see some fists pumpin
I missed 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 I’m 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 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
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, and bold men take action
Have to react or get blown into fractions
Ten years old, and something to see
Is another kid my age drugged under a jeep
Taken abound and found later under a tree
I wonder if he thought the next one could be me
Do you see? The soldiers that are out today
That brush the dust with bullet proof vests away
It’s ironic, at times like this you pray
But a bomb blew tha 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
In the back, he hand wrote a quote inside
‘When the rich wage war, it’s the poor who die’
Meanwhile, their 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.