Hands Held High

Turn my mike up louder I got to say something Light weights step to the side when 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 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 its 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 cashing checks Askng you to have compassion and have respect For a leader so nevouse in an obvious way Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay As the rest of the world watching at the end of the day In their living room laughing like "What did he say?"

My dad he's gotta 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 One the back, he hand-wrote a quote inside

When the rich wage are it's the poor who die

Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen