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

Lightweight 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 the 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 they want to see jumpin?

Fuck that! I want to 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 bein like I have before

Like I'm stupid standin' for what i'm standin' for

Like this war's really just a different brand of war

Like it doesn't cater 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 laughin' their way to the bank and cashin' the check

Askin' you to have compassion and have some respect

For a leader so nervous in an obvious way

Stutterin' and mumblin' for the nightly news to replay

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

In their livin 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 is 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 that are out today

That 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 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"

Meanwhile, the leader just talks away

Stutterin and mumblin for the nightly news to replay

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

Both scared and angry like, "What did he say?"

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

Stop caring about your individualistic pride.

Stop thinking only about what lies in your wicked mind.

Look around you're blinded by yourself

The sun's still shining now move before it sets.

You're sitting around wondering how to spend cash

When other people get hungry with nothing in their stash.

You laugh carelessly pass vagabonds like hell

But these sad eyes got something more to tell.

You dress yourself up with stuff from top shops

While these people sell even broken pots

Wishin that somehow someone would appreciate

So tonight they may bring dinner to their families who wait by the gate

Where's that goddamned compassion you were talking about yesterday

Or was that because you wanted to drive the press away

Saying things what they expect you to say

But let me guess, nothing ever goes that way

Just shut up, you shame your old folks for what they made you for

You're a liar, a killer walk out of that door.

Try to look around and hopefully you'll see.

That this world has come to the point of what no one expects it to be.