Racky

Turn my mic up louder, I got to say somethin',
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 sheet complete comin',
I jump on my mind, I summon the rhyme I'm dumpin'.
Healin' the blind, I promise to let the sun in.
Sick of the dark ways, we march to the drummin'.

Jump when they tell us they want to see jumpin'.
Fuck that, I want to see some fists pumpin'!
Risk somethin', take back what's yours,
Say somethin' that you know they might attack you for.

'Cause I'm sick of bein' treated like I have before.
Like I'm 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 abandon poor.