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Turn my mic up louder, I got to say something. Lightweights stepping aside, When we come in. Feel it in your chest, The syllables get pumping. People on the street, They panic and start running. Words on loose leaf, Sheet complete coming. I jump on my mind, I summon the rhyme I'm dumping. Feeling the blind, I promise to let the sun in. Sick of the dark ways, We march to the drumming. Jump when they tell us They want to see jumping. F***** that, I want to See some fist pumping. 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 had before. Like it's stupid standing for What I'm standing for. Like this war is really just A different brand of war. Like it doesn't cater the rich And an abandon the poor. Like they understand you In the back of the jet, When you can't put gas in your tank. These f are laughing their way To the bank and cashing their check Asking you to have compassion and to 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 Watching at the end of the day In the living room laughing Like what did he say?

Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen

In my living room watching, But I am not laughing. 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. 10 years old is something to see, Another kid my age drugged under a jeep, Taken and bound and found later under a tree, I wonder if he thought the "next one could be me". Do you see? The soldiers they're out today. That brush the dust from bulletproof 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 markets, 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 spine. In 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?

Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen.

With Hands Held High Into a sky so blue The ocean opens up To swallow you

With hands held high into a sky so blue the ocean opens up to swallow you

With hands held high into the sky so blue the ocean opens up to swallow you

Song called- Hands held high by Linkin Park

1. The rapper mike shinoda is speaking on his perception of the war in iraq, and also a boy because he talks about his dad being in iraq. 2. It was written in like 2007 on their album Minutes to Midnight, He brought up his brother who had a book with a quote "when the rich wage war, its the poor who die" so maybe his family was in iraq. And he disagrees with the war. 3. The tone of the lyrics is to show the sadness and how the government isn't seeing the pain the families feel for the "pointless war" 4. The mood is upsetting. It reminds me of my cousin who died in iraq. And how my dad died in iraq but they brought him back. I experienced the pain that war can do to the family... and it is sad. 5. When he says "My dad, he's got a lot of fear I know But enough pride inside not to let that show." It shows that the soldiers do have fear but they are fighting for each other to keep each other safe. So they show no fear because they will break down and thats when they die, when they are shook. 6. I connect to this because my father, cousin, and uncle were all in iraq. 7. His purpose was to show the public his point of view on the war. 8. He is writing to the public to show his point of view on the war. 9. I think the lyrics are deep. And that it is a good song. It's one of my favorites. 10. The book with the quote inside is symbolic.