Hands Held High

Epicurus

Reasonable
Words on loose leaf sheet complete coming
I jump in my mind and summon the rhyme, I'm dumping

Healing the blind I promise to let the sun in
Sick of the dark ways we march to the drum and

Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping
Fuck that I wanna see some fists 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 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 poor

Like they understand you in the back of the jet
When you can't put gas in your tank

These fuckers are laughing their way to the bank and cashing the 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 watching 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 laughing
Cause when it gets tense I know what might happen

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 spine

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?"
 
Hands Held High

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"Feet Spread Wide"

by Larry "WideStance" Craig

Hey boy whatcha doin down there
Sitting alone every nite while I stare through the crack at you
I can hear your hand a-slappin'
I know your not just in their crappin'
One stall beside me you know you could ride me
I love you

chorus
Oh my darlin
Tap three times on the tiles if you want me
Twice on the john if the answer is no
Oh my sweetness
Tap-tap-tap
Means you'll meet me in my hallway
Twice on the john means you ain't gonna go

If you look under your stall door tonight
Pulling the Charmin with the note thats attached to my heart
Read how many times i saw you
How in my silence i adored you
And only in my dreams did that stall between us come apart

chorus
Oh my darlin
Tap three times on the tiles if you want me
Twice on the john if the answer is no
Oh my sweetness
Tap-tap-tap
Means you'll meet me in my hallway
Twice on the john means you ain't gonna go
 
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