Hands Held High

INTRO: ( ) Turn my mic up louder I got to say something. Light Weight step it aside when we coming. Feel it in your chest your sylicals get pumping. People on the street they panic and start running. Words on loose leaf she complete coming. I jump on my mind I summon the rhyme of dumping. Feeling the blind I promise to let the sun in. Sick of the dark ways we march to the drumming. Jump when they tell us they want to see jumping. Fuck that I want to see some fist pumping. Risk something. Take backwards yours Say something that you know they might attack you for cause I’m sick of being treated like I have before. Like a stupid standing for what I’m standing for. Like this war is just like another brand of war. Like a dozen caded rich and an abandoned poor. Like they understand you in the back of the jet When you can’t put gas in your tank. These fuckers are laughing their way to the bank and cashing their check asking you to have compassion and to have some respect. For a leader so nervous in unobvious ways 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 do we 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 To getting blown into fractions. 10 years old is something to see Another kid my age drugged under a G Taking about and found later under a tree I wonder if he thought the next one could be me. Do you see? The soldiers that are out today. That brush the dust with 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 marketsyour shops your coves 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 and the rest of the world watching at the end of the day both scared and angry like what do we say? Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen. With hands held high into the skies above The ocean opens up to swallow you (X6) CIFRADA POR: Júlio César Martins Santoro