Hands Held High (Live)

Turn my mic up louder I've got to say something

Lightweights stepping aside when we come in

Feel it in your chest the syllables get pumpin

People on the street they panic and start running

Words on loose leaf sheet complete coming

Jump in my mind I summon the rhyme I'm dumpin

I'm healing the blind I promise to let the sun in

Sick of the dark ways we march to the drumming

Jump when they tell us that they want to see jump

**** that I want to see some fists pumpin

I missed 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 I'm 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 the jet

When you can't put gas in your tank

These ****ers are laughing their way to the bank

And cashing their check asking you

To have comp***ion and have some respect

For a leader so nervous in an obvious way

Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay

The rest of the world watching at the end of the day

In the living room laughing like what did he say