Hands Held High

Turn my mic up louder, I got to say somethin' Lightweight step it aside when we comin' Feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumpin People on the street, they panic and start runnin Words on loose leaf sheet complete comin I jump on my mind, I summon the rhyme I'm dumpin Healin' the blind, I promise to let the sun in Sick of the dark ways, we march to the drummin Jump when they tell us they want to see jumpin Fuck that! I want to see some fists pumpin Risk somethin', take back what's yours Say somethin' that you know they might attack you for Cause I'm sick of bein' treated like I have before Like I'm stupid standin for what I'm standin 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 the jet When you can't put gas in your tank These fuckers are laughin their way to the bank and cashin' the check Askin' you to have compassion and have some respect For a leader so nervous in an obvious way Stutterin and mumblin for nightly news to replay And the rest of the world watchin at the end of the day In their livin room laughin like, "What did he say?"