Friday, March 6, 2009 @ 6:31 PM
this post is made specially for arif as he liked the song hands held high so,heres the lyrics: Turn my mic up louder; I got to say something Light weights, step to the side 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 on my mind, I summon the rhyme, I'm dumping Feeling the blind, I promised to let the sun in Sick of the dark ways we marched to the drumming Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping Fuck that, I wanna see some fists pumping Miss 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 the stupid standing for what I'm standing for Like this war's 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 the way to the bank and cashing the 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 their 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 World is cold; the bold men take action Have to react to get 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 the tree I wonder if he thought the next one could be me Do you see the soldiers? They're out today They brush the guts with bullet proof 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 market, 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 On 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 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 His hands held high into a sky so blue As the ocean opens up to swallow you His hands held high into a sky so blue As the ocean opens up to swallow you His hands held high into a sky so blue As the ocean opens up to swallow you His hands held high into a sky so blue As the ocean opens up to swallow you His hands held high into a sky so blue As the ocean opens up to swallow you His hands held high into a sky so blue As the ocean opens up to swallow you |
Mike, living since 1996, loves music and the nature, hates life and other's life, wants to become a musician/singer and find out the meaning of life... bold italic underline |
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