Turn my mic up louder i have to say something/lightweights step it aside when we come in fell it in your chest/ the sylliables get pumping ppl on the street they panic and start running!!
i jump in mi mind and summon the rhyme im dumping,healing the blind i promise to let the sun in
sick of the the dark wayswe march to the drum and jump when they wanna see jumping F*** that i wanna see fist pumping risk something/ take back wats yours/ say something that they might attack you for cause im sick of being treated like i ahve b4 like its stupid standing for wat im standing for
like it does not cater to be rich and abandon the poor!
its ironic/ at times like this you pray
but a bomb blew up the mosque yesterday
my dad had alot of fear inside but he had enough pride not to let that show
mi brother had book that he held with pridea little red cover with a broken spine
on the back it handled a quote in side when the rich wage war its the poor who die!!!
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Hands Held High-MIke Shinoda
Turn my mic up louder i have to say something/lightweights step it aside when we come in fell it in your chest/ the sylliables get pumping ppl on the street they panic and start running!!
i jump in mi mind and summon the rhyme im dumping,healing the
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