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Turn my mic up louder, I got to say something.
Lightweight step it aside, when we comin'.
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 on my mind, I summon the rhyme of dumping.
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 they want to see jumping.
Fuck that, I want to 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 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 a 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
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,
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 to get blown into fractions.
10 years old is something to see,
Another kid my age drugged under a G,
Taken and bound 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 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, 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, the leader just talks away
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
And 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,
The ocean opens up to swallow you. (x6)