• Turn my mike 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 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
    ******** that I wanna see some fists 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 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 ******** are laughing their way to the bank and cashing the cheque
    Asking you to have compassion 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?"

    [Chorus:]
    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 or get blown into fractions

    Ten years old it's something to see
    Another kid my age drugged under a jeep

    Taken and bound and found later under a tree
    I wonder if he had thought the next one could be me

    Do you see the soldiers they're out today
    They brush the dust from 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

    And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
    both scared and angry like "what did he say?"