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You want some motivation? Here it is
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I know this was more focused for Bush but I don't think its message is diminished. In fact I think the message is even more timely (re: say something you know they might attack you for...etc)
Turn my mic up louder I got to say somethin'
Lightweight step it aside when we comin'
Feel it in your chest the syllables get pumpin'
People on the street they panic and start runnin.'
Words on loose leaf sheet complete comin'
I jump on my mind, I summon the rhyme of dumpin.'
Healing the blind I promise to let the sun in
Sick of the dark ways we march to the drummin.'
Jump when they tell us they wanna see jumpin'
Fuck that I wanna see some fist pumpin'
Risk somethin', take back what's yours
Say somethin' that you know they might attack you for.
'Cause I'm sick of being treated like I have before
Like I'm stupid standin' for what I'm standin' 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 laughin' their way to the bank and cashin' the cheque
Askin' you to have compassion and have some respect.
For a leader so nervous in an obvious way
Stutterin' and mumblin' for nightly news to replay
And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
In their living room laughin' like "what did he say?"
[Chorus:]
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
In my living room watchin' but I am not laughin'
Cause when it gets tense I know what might happen
The world is cold, 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 that are 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
Stutterin' and mumblin' for nightly news to replay
And the rest of the world watchin' at the end of the day
both scared and angry like "what did he say?"
[Chorus x6]
[x6]
With hands held high into the sky so blue,
As the ocean opens up to swallow you.
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