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Turn my mAic up louder,
I got to say something.
Light Weight step it aG#mside,
when we coming.
FF#meel it in your chest,
your sylicals get pumping.
People on the street,
they pEanic and start running.
DWords on loose leaf,
she complete coming.
I jump on my mind,
I summon C#mthe rhyme of dumping.
BmFeeling the blind,
I promise to let the sun in.
SEick of the dark ways,
we march to the drumming.
JAump when they tell us
they want to see jumping.
Fuck that, I want to
G#msee some fist pumping.
F#mRisk something.
Take backwards yours
Say something that you know
they might atEtack you for
cause I'm sick Dof being treated
like I have before.
Like a stupid standing for
what I'm sC#mtanding for.
Like this Bmwar is just like
another brand of war.
Like a dEozen caded rich
and an abandoned poor.
Like they F#munderstand you
in the back of the jet,
When you cDan't put gas in your tank.
These fuckers are lAaughing their way
to the bank and cashing their check
asking yEou to have compassion and to have some respect.
For a lF#meader so nervous
in unobvious ways
StutterDing and mumbling
for nightly news to replay
and the rAest of the world
watching at the end of the day
in the lEiving room laughing
like what do we say?
AF#mmen, AmDen, AmAen, AmEen, AmAen
In my lAiving room watching,
But I am not laughing.
'Cause when it gets tense,
I G#mknow what might happen.
The worldF#m is cold,
The bold men take action.
Have to react,
To getting bElown into fractions.
D10 years old is something to see,
Another kid my age drugged C#munder a G
Taking aBmbout and found later under a tree,
I wonder Eif he thought the next one could be me.
Do you sAee?
The soldiers that are out today.
That brush the dust with bulletproof G#mvests away.
It's iF#mronic.
At times like this you pray,
But a bomb blew the mosque up yEesterday.
There's bDombs in the buses, bikes roads,
inside your markets,your C#mshops, your coves,
My dBmad, he's got a lot of fear I know
but enEough pride inside not to let that show.
My bF#mrother had a book he would hold with pride
A lDittle red cover with a broken spine.
On the bAack he hand wrote a quote inside,
when the rEich wage war, it's the poor who die.
MeanwF#mhile, the leader just talks away
StutterDing and mumbling
for nightly news to replay
and the rAest of the world
watching at the end of the day
bEoth scared and angry
like what do we say?
AmF#men, AmDen, AmAen, AmEen, AmF#men.
With hF#mands held high into the skDies above
The Aocean opens up to swEallow you (X6)
CIFRADA POR: Júlio César Martins Santoro
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