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<blockquote data-quote="breakneck001" data-source="post: 655156" data-attributes="member: 4275">* 7. Hands Held High Lyrics (3:53)&nbsp; &nbsp; Turn my mic up louder,&nbsp; &nbsp; I got to say something.&nbsp; &nbsp; Lightweights step it aside,&nbsp; &nbsp; when we coming.&nbsp; &nbsp; Feel it in your chest,&nbsp; &nbsp; the syllables get pumping.&nbsp; &nbsp; People on the street,&nbsp; &nbsp; they panic and start running.&nbsp; &nbsp; Words on loose leaf,&nbsp; &nbsp; sheet complete coming.&nbsp; &nbsp; I jump in my mind,&nbsp; &nbsp; I summon the rhyme I’m dumping.&nbsp; &nbsp; Feeling the blind,&nbsp; &nbsp; I promise to let the sun in.&nbsp; &nbsp; Sick of the dark ways,&nbsp; &nbsp; we march to the drumming.&nbsp; &nbsp; Jump when they tell us&nbsp; &nbsp; they want to see jumping.&nbsp; &nbsp; Fuck that, I want to&nbsp; &nbsp; see some fist pumping.&nbsp; &nbsp; Risk something.&nbsp; &nbsp; Take back what’s yours&nbsp; &nbsp; Say something that you know&nbsp; &nbsp; they might attack you for&nbsp; &nbsp; cause I’m sick of being treated&nbsp; &nbsp; like I have before.&nbsp; &nbsp; Like it’s stupid standing for&nbsp; &nbsp; what I’m standing for.&nbsp; &nbsp; Like this war is really just&nbsp; &nbsp; a different brand of war.&nbsp; &nbsp; Like it doesn’t cater the rich&nbsp; &nbsp; and abandon poor.&nbsp; &nbsp; Like they understand you&nbsp; &nbsp; in the back of the jet,&nbsp; &nbsp; When you can’t put gas in your tank.&nbsp; &nbsp; These fuckers are laughing their way&nbsp; &nbsp; to the bank and cashing their check&nbsp; &nbsp; asking you to have compassion, have respect.&nbsp; &nbsp; For a leader so nervous&nbsp; &nbsp; in an obvious way&nbsp; &nbsp; Stuttering and mumbling&nbsp; &nbsp; for nightly news to replay&nbsp; &nbsp; and the rest of the world&nbsp; &nbsp; watching at the end of the day&nbsp; &nbsp; in the living room laughing&nbsp; &nbsp; like what did he say?&nbsp; &nbsp; Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen&nbsp; &nbsp; In my living room watching,&nbsp; &nbsp; But I am not laughing.&nbsp; &nbsp; ‘Cause when it gets tense,&nbsp; &nbsp; I know what might happen.&nbsp; &nbsp; The world is cold,&nbsp; &nbsp; The bold men take action.&nbsp; &nbsp; Have to react,&nbsp; &nbsp; To getting blown into fractions.&nbsp; &nbsp; Ten years old is something to see,&nbsp; &nbsp; Another kid my age drug under a jeep,&nbsp; &nbsp; Taken and bound and found later under a tree,&nbsp; &nbsp; I wonder if he thought the next one could be me.&nbsp; &nbsp; Do you see?&nbsp; &nbsp; The soldiers that are out today.&nbsp; &nbsp; That brush the dust from bulletproof vests away.&nbsp; &nbsp; It’s ironic.&nbsp; &nbsp; At times like this you pray,&nbsp; &nbsp; But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday.&nbsp; &nbsp; There’s bombs in the buses, bikes, roads,&nbsp; &nbsp; inside your markets,your shops, your clothes,&nbsp; &nbsp; My dad, he’s got a lot of fear I know&nbsp; &nbsp; but enough pride inside not to let that show.&nbsp; &nbsp; My brother had a book he would hold with pride&nbsp; &nbsp; A little red cover with a broken spine.&nbsp; &nbsp; In the back he hand wrote a quote inside,&nbsp; &nbsp; when the rich wage war, it’s the poor who die.&nbsp; &nbsp; And meanwhile, the leader just talks away&nbsp; &nbsp; Stuttering and mumbling&nbsp; &nbsp; for nightly news to replay&nbsp; &nbsp; and the rest of the world&nbsp; &nbsp; watching at the end of the day&nbsp; &nbsp; both scared and angry&nbsp; &nbsp; like what did he say?&nbsp; &nbsp; Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen.&nbsp; &nbsp; With hands held high&nbsp; &nbsp; into a sky so blue&nbsp; &nbsp; as the ocean opens up&nbsp; &nbsp; to swallow you.&nbsp; &nbsp; With hands held high&nbsp; &nbsp; into a sky so blue&nbsp; &nbsp; as the ocean opens up&nbsp; &nbsp; to swallow you.&nbsp; &nbsp; With hands held high&nbsp; &nbsp; into a sky so blue&nbsp; &nbsp; as the ocean opens up&nbsp; &nbsp; to swallow you.&nbsp; &nbsp; With hands held high&nbsp; &nbsp; into a sky so blue&nbsp; &nbsp; as the ocean opens up&nbsp; &nbsp; to swallow you.&nbsp; &nbsp; With hands held high&nbsp; &nbsp; into a sky so blue&nbsp; &nbsp; as the ocean opens up&nbsp; &nbsp; to swallow you.&nbsp; &nbsp; With hands held high&nbsp; &nbsp; into a sky so blue&nbsp; &nbsp; as the ocean opens up&nbsp; &nbsp; to swallow you.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="breakneck001, post: 655156, member: 4275"] [B]* 7. Hands Held High Lyrics (3:53)[/B] Turn my mic up louder, I got to say something. Lightweights step it aside, when we coming. Feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumping. People on the street, they panic and start running. Words on loose leaf, sheet complete coming. I jump in my mind, I summon the rhyme I’m 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 the 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 laughing their way to the bank and cashing their check asking you to have compassion, have 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, 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. Ten years old is something to see, Another kid my age drug under a jeep, 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 from 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. And 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 what did he say? Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen. With hands held high into a sky so blue as the ocean opens up to swallow you. With hands held high into a sky so blue as the ocean opens up to swallow you. With hands held high into a sky so blue as the ocean opens up to swallow you. With hands held high into a sky so blue as the ocean opens up to swallow you. With hands held high into a sky so blue as the ocean opens up to swallow you. With hands held high into a sky so blue as the ocean opens up to swallow you. [/QUOTE]

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