A
Turn my mic up louder, I got to say something
Lightweights steppin' aside when we come in
F#m
Feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumping
People on the street then panic and start running
D
Words on loose leaf sheet, complete coming
I jump in my mind, I summon the rhyme I'm dumping
A
Healing the blind, I promise to let the sun in
E
Sick of the dark ways we march to the drumming
A
Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping
Fuck that, I wanna see some fists pumping
F#m
List something, take back what's yours
Say something that you know they might attack you for
D
'Cause I'm sick of being treated like I had before
Like it's stupid standing for what I'm standing for
A
Like this war's really just a different brand of war
E
Like it doesn't cater to rich and abandon poor
F#
Like they understand you, in the back of their jet
D
When you can't put gas in your tank, these fuckers
A
Are laughing their way to the bank, and cashing their check
E
Asking you to have the passion and have some respect
F#
For a leader so nervous in an obvious way
D
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
A
And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
E
In the living room, laughing like, "What did he say?"
F#m
Amen
D
Amen
A
Amen
E
Amen
A
Amen
A
In my living room watching it, I am not laughing
'Cause when it gets tense, I know what might happen
F#m
The world is cold, the bold men take action
Have to react to get blown into fractions
D
At 10 years old, it's something to see
Another kid my age drugged under a Jeep
A
Taken and bound and found later under a tree
E
I wonder if he had thought 'the next one could be me'
A
Do you see the soldiers that are out today?
They brush the dust from bulletproof vests away
F#m
It's ironic, at times like this you'd pray
But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday
D
There's bombs on the buses, bikes, roads
Inside your market, your shops, and your clothes
A
My dad, he's got a lot of fear, I know
E
But enough pride inside not to let that show
F#
My brother had a book he would hold with pride
D
A little red cover with a broken spine on the back
A
He hand-wrote a quote inside,
E
"When the rich wage war, it's the poor who die"
F#
Meanwhile, the leader just talks away
D
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
A
The rest of the world watching at the end of the day
E
Both scared and angry, like "What did he say?"
F#m
Amen
D
Amen
A
Amen
E
Amen
A
Amen
     F#                     D
With hands held high into a sky so blue
       A                 E