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mic up louder I got to say somethin. Lightweights step it aside when we come in Feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumpin 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 to see jumping. Fuck that, I wanna see some fist 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. 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" And 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?"
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