Hands Held High (Live)

歌詞

Turn my mic up louder I got to say somethin Lightweights steppin' aside when we comin Feel it in your chest the syllables get pumpin 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 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 to the rich and an abandoned the 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 cheque asking you to have compassion and to 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 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 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 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 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 Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen With Hands Held High into a sky so blue the ocean opens up to swallow you With Hands Held High into a sky so blue the ocean opens up to swallow you With Hands Held High into a sky so blue the ocean opens up to swallow you With Hands Held High into a sky so blue the ocean opens up to swallow you With Hands Held High into a sky so blue the ocean opens up to swallow you With Hands Held High into a sky so blue the ocean opens up to swallow you