Hands Held High - Live

Turn my mic up louder, I got to say something
Light weights stepping aside 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, I 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 drumming
Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping
F*ck that, I wanna see some fists pumping
Risk something, take back what's yours
Say something that you know they might attack you for
Because I'm sick of being treated like I had 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 to rich and abandon poor
Like they understand you, in the back of their jet
When you can't put gas in your tank
These fu*kers are laughing their way to the bank and cashing their check
Asking you to have the passion 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 the living room laughing like, what did he say?

(You with us?)
(Are you with us right now?)