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
Signed LEONE

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