Turn my mic up louder, I got to say something Lightweights steppin' aside when we come in Feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumping People on the street then panic and start running Words on loose leaf sheet, complete coming I jump in my mind, I 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 drumming Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping F*ck that, I wanna see some fists pumping List 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 had before Like it's 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 their jet When you can't put gas in your tank, these fu*kers Are laughing their way to the bank, and cashing their check Asking you to have the passion 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 the living room, laughing like, 'What did he say? Amen In my living room watching it, 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 or get blown into fractions At 10 years old, it's something 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? They brush the dust from bulletproof vests away It's ironic, at times like this you'd pray But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday There's bombs on the buses, bikes, roads Inside your market, your shops, and 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 Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay The rest of the world watching at the end of the day Both scared and angry, like 'What did he say? Amen With hands held high into the skies above The ocean opens up to swallow you With hands held high into the skies above The ocean opens up to swallow you With hands held high into the skies above The ocean opens up to swallow you With hands held high into the skies above The ocean opens up to swallow you With hands held high into the skies above The ocean opens up to swallow you With hands held high into the skies above The ocean opens up to swallow you
[00:36.34]Turn my mic up louder, I got to say something [00:39.17]Lightweights steppin' aside when we come in [00:41.21]Feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumping [00:43.59]People on the street then panic and start running [00:45.86]Words on loose leaf sheet, complete coming [00:47.92]I jump in my mind, I summon the rhyme I'm dumping [00:50.41]Healing the blind, I promise to let the sun in [00:52.74]Sick of the dark ways we march to the drumming [00:54.93]Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping [00:57.32]F*ck that, I wanna see some fists pumping [00:59.68]List something, take back what's yours [01:01.99]Say something that you know they might attack you for [01:04.10]'Cause I'm sick of being treated like I had before [01:06.38]Like it's stupid standing for what I'm standing for [01:08.81]Like this war's really just a different brand of war [01:10.90]Like it doesn't cater to rich and abandon poor [01:13.17]Like they understand you, in the back of their jet [01:15.50]When you can't put gas in your tank, these fu*kers [01:18.15]Are laughing their way to the bank, and cashing their check [01:20.29]Asking you to have the passion and have some respect [01:22.54]For a leader so nervous in an obvious way [01:24.98]Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay [01:27.15]And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day [01:29.44]In the living room, laughing like, 'What did he say? [01:31.30]Amen [01:55.00]In my living room watching it, I am not laughing [01:57.32]'Cause when it gets tense, I know what might happen [01:59.74]The world is cold, the bold men take action [02:02.00]Have to react or get blown into fractions [02:04.45]At 10 years old, it's something to see [02:06.42]Another kid my age drugged under a Jeep [02:08.57]Taken and bound and found later under a tree [02:10.83]I wonder if he had thought the next one could be me [02:13.33]Do you see the soldiers that are out today? [02:15.52]They brush the dust from bulletproof vests away [02:17.73]It's ironic, at times like this you'd pray [02:20.14]But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday [02:22.41]There's bombs on the buses, bikes, roads [02:25.06]Inside your market, your shops, and your clothes [02:27.29]My dad, he's got a lot of fear, I know [02:29.33]But enough pride inside not to let that show [02:31.83]My brother had a book he would hold with pride [02:34.19]A little red cover with a broken spine on the back [02:36.38]He hand-wrote a quote inside, [02:38.62]'When the rich wage war, it's the poor who die [02:40.99]Meanwhile, the leader just talks away [02:43.05]Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay [02:45.32]The rest of the world watching at the end of the day [02:47.91]Both scared and angry, like 'What did he say? [02:49.70]Amen [03:08.61]With hands held high into the skies above [03:13.05]The ocean opens up to swallow you [03:17.74]With hands held high into the skies above [03:22.26]The ocean opens up to swallow you [03:27.07]With hands held high into the skies above [03:31.47]The ocean opens up to swallow you [03:35.99]With hands held high into the skies above [03:40.61]The ocean opens up to swallow you [03:45.21]With hands held high into the skies above [03:49.76]The ocean opens up to swallow you [03:54.37]With hands held high into the skies above [03:58.88]The ocean opens up to swallow you
