Hands Held High

Turn my [A]mike up louder I got to say something
Light weights step to the [A/Ab]side when we come in
[F#m]Feel it in your chest the syllables get pumping
People on the street they [E/F#]panic and start running
[D]Words on loose leaf sheet complete coming
I jump in my mind and summon the [E/F#]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 drum and
[A]Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping
Fuck that I wanna s[A/Ab]ee some fists pumping
[F#m]Risk something, take back what's yours
Say something that you know they might a[E/F#]ttack you for
Cause I'm [D]sick of being treated like I have before
Like it's stupid standing for what I'm [E/F#]standing for
Like this [A]war's really just a different brand of war
Like it [E]doesn't cater the rich and abandon poor
Like they [F#m]understand you in the back of the jet
When you [E/F#]can't put gas in your tank
These fuckers are [F#m]laughing their way to the bank and cashing the check
Asking [A]you to have compassion and have some respect
For a [F#m]leader so nervous in an obvious way
S[E/F#]tuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
And the [F#m]rest of the world watching at the end of the day
In their [A]living room laughing like "what did he say?"

A[F#m]men A[E/F#]men A[A]men A[E]men A[A]men