LET ME APOLOGIZE TO BEGIN WITH
LET ME APOLOGIZE FOR WHAT I'M ABOUT TO SAY
BUT TRYING TO BE GENUINE WAS HARDER THAN IT SEEMED
AND SOMEHOW I GOT CAUGHT UP IN BETWEEN
LET ME APOLOGIZE TO BEGIN WITH
LET ME APOLOGIZE FOR WHAT I'M ABOUT TO SAY
BUT TRYING TO BE SOMEONE ELSE WAS HARDER THAN IT SEEMED AND SOMEHOW I GOT CAUGHT UP IN BETWEEN
MY PRIDE AND MY PROMISE
BETWEEN MY LIES AND HOW THE TRUTH GETS IN THE WAY
AND THINGS I WANT TO SAY TO YOU GET LOST BEFORE THEY COME
THE ONLY THING THAT'S WOSE THAN ONE IS NONE
SICK OF THE DARK WAYS WE MARCH TO THE DRUM
AND JUMP WHEN THEY TELL US THAT THEY WANNA SEE JUMPIN'
FORGET THAT I WANT TO SEE SOME FIST PUMPIN'
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
LIKE THIS WAR'S REALLY JUST A DIFFERENT BRAND OF WAR
LIKE IT DOESN'T CATER THE RICH AND ABANDON THE POOR
LIKE THEY UNDERSTAND YOU IN THE BACK OF THE JET
WHEN YOU CAN'T PUT GAS IN YOUR TANK
THESE JOKERS ARE LAUGHIN' THEIR WAY TO THE BANK AND CASHIN' THERE CHECK
ASKING YOU TO HAVE COMPASSION 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 LAUGHIN' AT THE END OF THE DAY
IN THEIR LIVING ROOM LAUGHING LIKE
WHAT DID HE SAY??..
IN MY LIVING ROOM WATCHING BUT I AM NOT LAUGHIN'
CAUSE WHEN IT GETS TENSE I KNOW WHAT MIGHT HAPPEN
THE WORLD IS COLD THE BOLD MEN TAKE ACTION
HAVE TO REACT OR GET BLOWN INTO FRACTIONS
TEN YEARS OLD IT'S SOMETHING TO SEE
ANOTHER KID MY AGE DRUGGED UNDER A JEEP
TAKEN AND BOUND AND FOUND LATER UNDER A TREE
I WONDER IF HE HAD THOUGHT THE NEXT ONE COULD BE ME
DO YOU SEE THE SOLDIERS THEY'RE OUT TODAY
THEY BRUSH THE DUST FROM BULLET PROOF VESTS AWAY
IT'S IRONIC
AT TIMES LIKE THIS YOU PRAY
BUT A BOMB BLEW THE MOSQUE UP YESTERDAY
THERE'S BOMBS IN THE
BUSES
BIKES
ROADS
INSIDE YOUR MARKET
YOUR SHOPS
YOUR CLOTHES
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 SPIN ON THE BACK HE HAND-WROTE A QUOTE INSIDE WHEN THE RICH WAGE WAR IT'S THE POOR WHO DIE
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
**WITH HANDS HELD HIGH INTO THE SKY SO BLUE AS THE OCEAN OPENS UP TO SWALLOW YOU**
_FOR YOU GUYS,CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU_
...=)...
MUSIC SAVES THE SOUL
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