• Turn my mic up louder i got to say something,
    feel it in your chest when syllables get pumpin,
    people on the street panic and start runnin,
    words on loose leaf sheet complete comin,
    i jump on my mind i summon the rhyme of dumping,
    i open the blinds and promise to let the sun in,
    cause im sick of the dark ways we march to the drummin,
    jump when the tell us they want to see jumpin,
    ******** dat i want to see some fists pumpin,
    risk something take back whats yours,
    say something you know they might attack you for,
    cause im sick of being treated like i had before,
    like im stupid standing for what im standing for,
    like this war is just a different brand of war,
    like it doesn't cater for the rich abandonned and poor,
    like they understand you in the back of the jet,
    when you cant put gas in the back of the tank,
    these ******** are laughing at the bank and cashing there check,
    asking you to have some compasion and have some respect,
    for a leader so nervouse in an obviouse way,
    stuttering and mumbling for night and used to replay,
    and the rest the world watching in the end of the day laughing like "what did he say"
    Amen Amen Amen Amen,
    in the 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,
    you have to react to get blown into fractions,
    10 years old something to see,
    another kid my aged drugged under a G,
    take him and found him under a tree i wondered if he thought the next one could be me,
    do you see,
    the soldiers that out today,
    thhat brush the gust and bullet vests that way,
    its ironic that times like this you pray,
    that the bomb blew the mosque up yesterday,
    theres bombs in the busses bikes roads,
    inside your market shops your clothes,
    my dad hes got alot of fear i know,
    but hes got enough pride inside not to let that show,
    my brother had a book he would hold with pride,
    a little red book with a broken spine,
    on the back he handeled the quote inside,
    "when the rich wage war its the poor who die"
    meanwhile the leader just talks away,
    stuttering and mumbling night and used to replay,
    the rest the world watching at the end of the day,
    both scared and angry like what did he say
    Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen
    "With hands held high to a sky so blue, the ocean opens up to swallow you."
    "With hands held high to a sky so blue, the ocean opens up to swallow you."