Holding Hands - Grime

Yo… Listen!

One man, one mic

No cameras, no lights

All real, no hype

No love for police

They strapped, I’m strapped

Push me, I push back

Man in the blue suit shook like he took crack

One resolution — your execution

One man, one rock, start a revolution

Ghetto people stand up

Break off your handcuffs

Spit on a cop, throw up a fist like a Panther

No jobs, no rest, projects (???)

No sleep, no food, only one answer

Overthrow NAFTA, spread like a cancer

Poor people worldwide, under one banner

No bombs, no wars, justice, democracy

No slums, no bums, no one in poverty

No more hypocrisy, third world equality

Another world is possible, follow me

Everyone I owe

(Maybe ???)

And I’m prepared for death, send me to the cemetery

One goal, freedom, by any means necessary

My name legendary, you just temporary

This joint turn peasants into revolutionaries

There’s a field of slaves

I can feel their rage

Nothing’s changed, shit’s still the same

They kill and maim, without guilt or blame

This is hip hop music, but with a bang

And we comin' like a billion wise simians

Throw a rock at a cop like a Palestinian

Blow the lights out, storm the White House

Get on the intercom and pour my mind out

No freedom today, no peace for no man

And someday the whole world will hold hands

But today is the day for change

As long as they remain, it all stays the same

Poor people everywhere!

(holding hands)

We comin' for the world man!

Watch your back!

Come on!

(Holding… holding… holding… holding… holding… holding… holding hands)

(Holding… holding… holding… holding… holding… holding… holding hands)

(Holding… holding… holding… holding… holding… holding… holding hands)