Turn my mic up louder, I got to say something
Lightweights steppin' aside when [bad word] in
Feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumping
People on the street then panic and [bad word] 
Words on loose leaf [bad word] coming
I jump in my mind, I summon the rhyme I'm dumping
Healing the blind, I promise to let the sun in
Sick of the dark ways we march to the [bad word] 
Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping
 [bad word] that, I wanna see some fists pumping
List 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 had before
Like it's stupid standing for what I'm standing 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 their jet
When you can't put gas in your tank, these [bad word] 
Are laughing their way to the bank, and cashing their check
Asking you to have the passion and 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, 'What did he say?'