I open my mouth to speak, to reach, too many words to scream and preach.
So much anger, so much fear, so much sadness to cry my tears.
For days and days, I read and read
And try to see
I scream. You see? It’s not for me.
My country bleeds. It’s hard to breathe.
It’s time to stand and draw the line,
To scream your heart and make your art,
To glue your name on to your thoughts
To take your thoughts, to set them free,
To let them know that (here we go)
This line is where I stand.
Don’t take a stand, don’t make a fuss, there’s nothing left to discuss.
So wipe your eyes, it’s no surprise, we’ve just gotta normalize.
You like that rhyme? That beat? That time?
I made it up so you’d give up,
Erase the line, forget to stand
By the values you demand.
It’s impolite to get political
Or be too analytical.
Better to be cynical
As if the problem were political.
As if it weren’t so hypocritical.
As if standing up for people
Were some other people’s ritual.
I’ll draw my line, I’ll take my stand,
Of other people I’ll demand,
What will you do to make us great?
Because it isn’t up to fate.
We can’t be great when there is hate.
It’s not too late
To draw a line and take a stand,
Reverse the politicians’ hand.
It’s OUR country, yours and mine.
Twenty sixteen is still our time.
So let’s be brave and be the change
We want to see, our country to be.
If not for you, if not for me,
There’d be less hope for us to see.
What kind of country will you be?