Hands Held High
Turn my mic up louder I got to say somethingLight weights step to the side when we come in
Feel it in your chest the syllables get pumpingPeople on the street they panic and start running
Words on loose leaf sheet complete comingI jump in my mind and summon the rhyme, I'm dumping
Healing the blind I promise to let the sun inSick of the dark ways we march to the drum and
Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumpingFuck that I wanna see some fists pumping
Risk something, take back what's yoursSay something that you know they might attack you for
Cause I'm sick of being treated like I have beforeLike it's stupid standing for what I'm standing for
Like this war's really just a different brand of warLike it doesn't cater the rich and abandon poor
Like they understand you in the back of the jetWhen you can't put gas in your tank
These fuckers are laughing their way to the bank and cashing the chequeAsking you to have compassion and have some respect
For a leader so nervous in an obvious wayStuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
And the rest of the world watching at the end of the dayIn their living room laughing like "what did he say?"
[Chorus:]AmenAmenAmenAmenAmen
In my living room watching but I am not laughingCause when it gets tense I know what might happen
World is cold the bold men take actionHave to react or get blown into fractions
Ten years old it's something to seeAnother kid my age drugged under a jeep
Taken and bound and found later under a treeI wonder if he had thought the next one could be me
Do you see the soldiers they're out todayThey brush the dust from bullet proof vests away
It's ironic at times like this you prayBut a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday
There's bombs in the buses, bikes, roadsInside your market, your shops, your clothes
My dad he's got a lot of fear I knowBut enough pride inside not to let that show
My brother had a book he would hold with prideA little red cover with a broken spine
On the back, he hand-wrote a quote insideWhen the rich wage war it's the poor who die
Meanwhile, the leader just talks awayStuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
And the rest of the world watching at the end of the dayboth scared and angry like "what did he say?"
[Chorus x6]
[x6]With hands held high into the sky so blue,As the ocean opens up to swallow you.