Turn my mic up louder, I got to say something.
Lightweights stepping aside, When [bad word] in.
Feel it in your chest, The syllables get pumping.
People on the street, They panic and [bad word] 
Words on loose leaf, [bad [bad word] 
I jump on 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 They want to see jumping.
 [bad word] 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 had before.
Like it's stupid standing for What I'm standing for.
Like this war is really just different brand of war.
Like it doesn't cater the rich And an abandon the poor.
Like they understand you In the back of the 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 [bad word] and to 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?

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,
Or get blown into fractions.
Ten years old is something to see,
Another kid my age [bad word] 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 they're out today.
That [bad word] 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
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.

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
The ocean opens up
To swallow you.

With hands held high
Into a sky so blue
The ocean opens up
To swallow you.

With hands held high
Into a sky so blue
The ocean opens up
To swallow you.

With hands held high
Into a sky so blue
The ocean opens up
To swallow you.

With hands held high
Into a sky so blue
The ocean opens up
To swallow you.