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Message: <blockquote data-quote="bk1206" data-source="post: 1048341" data-attributes="member: 42067">"Hands Held High"Turn my mike up louder I got to say somethingLight weights step to the side when we come inFeel it in your chest the syllables get pumpingPeople on the street they panic and start runningWords on loose leaf sheet complete comingI jump in my mind and summon the rhyme, I'm dumpingHealing the blind I promise to let the sun inSick of the dark ways we march to the drum andJump when they tell us that they wanna see jumpingFuck that I wanna see some fists pumpingRisk something, take back what's yoursSay something that you know they might attack you forCause I'm sick of being treated like I have beforeLike it's stupid standing for what I'm standing forLike this war's really just a different brand of warLike it doesn't cater the rich and abandon poorLike they understand you in the back of the jetWhen you can't put gas in your tankThese fuckers are laughing their way to the bank and cashing the checkAsking you to have compassion and have some respectFor a leader so nervous in an obvious wayStuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replayAnd the rest of the world watching at the end of the dayIn their living room laughing like "what did he say?"[Chorus:]AmenAmenAmenAmenAmenIn my living room watching but I am not laughingCause when it gets tense I know what might happenWorld is cold the bold men take actionHave to react or get blown into fractionsTen years old it's something to seeAnother kid my age drugged under a jeepTaken and bound and found later under a treeI wonder if he had thought the next one could be meDo you see the soldiers they're out todayThey brush the dust from bullet proof vests awayIt's ironic at times like this you prayBut a bomb blew the mosque up yesterdayThere's bombs in the buses, bikes, roadsInside your market, your shops, your clothesMy dad he's got a lot of fear I knowBut enough pride inside not to let that showMy brother had a book he would hold with prideA little red cover with a broken spineOn the back, he hand-wrote a quote insideWhen the rich wage war it's the poor who dieMeanwhile, the leader just talks awayStuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replayAnd 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.</blockquote>

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