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    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 drum and
    Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping.
    Fuck that
    I wanna see some fist 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.
    And these fuckers are
    Laughing their way to the bank
    Cashing the check
    Asking you to have compassion
    Have some respect.
    For a leader so nervous in obvious way
    Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
    And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
    In their 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 to get blown into fractions.
    Ten years old, It's 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
    They're out today they
    Brush the dust from bulletproof vests away.
    It's ironic.
    At times like this you pray,
    But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday.
    There's bombs in the buses
    Inside your markets
    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"
    And 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 (X6)

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