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 drum and 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 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 their living room laughing like what did he say 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 make action have to react or 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 on the busses 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” 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 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