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Turn my mic up louder,
 I got to say something.
 Lightweights step it aside,
 when we coming.
 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,
 I summon the rhyme I'm dumping.
 Feeling 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 it's stupid standing for
 what I'm standing for.
 Like this war is really just
 a different brand of war.
 Like it doesn't cater the 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, 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 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,
 The bold men take action.
 Have to react,
 To getting blown into fractions.
 
 Ten years old is something to see,
 Another kid my age drug under a jeep,
 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 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, bikes, roads,
 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.
 In 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
 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
 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.

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