Turn my mic up louder, I got to say something 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 sheets, complete comin' I jump on my mind and summon a rhyme, I'm dumpin' Healin' the blind and promise to let the sun in Sick of the dark waves, we march to the drummin' Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumpin' Fuck that, I wanna see some fist pumpin' Wrist 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 had before Like it's stupid standin' for what I'm standin' for Like this war's really just a different brand of war Like it doesn't cater to rich and abandoned 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' a check, askin' you to have compassion 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 watchin' at the end of the day In their living room, laughin' like, what did he say?