Turn my mic up louder I got to say something.
Lightweights step it aside when we come in.
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 and 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 drum and
Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping.
Fuck that
I wanna 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'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.
And these fuckers are
Laughing their way to the bank
Cashing the check
Asking you to have compassion
And have some respect.
For a leader so nervous in a obvious way
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
In their living room laughing like
What did he say?

Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen