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I'm not a politician but I can be when I speak It's disturbingthat kids can't even eat But eat 52 hot dogs they call youa champion If you think aobut it then it might make your mind cramp Scared kids run away from broken homes Cuz some kids are scared of gettin' broken bones Mama talks 'em down till they're feelin' like misfits Daddy gets drunk and locks them in the closet Sittin in when you sittin there readin bout it Blame it on the liquor and they say they can't do without it But who speaks for the ones who can't on their own I guess it's me cuz I'm the man with the microphone Hey I'm the man with the microphone Somebody turn it on so I can sing my song I'm just saying what's gotta be said So don't you turn your head from the man with the microphone First Somalia now Sudan and Darfur Don't understand what innocence they're dying for Dodging bullets poor boys dying from disease It's enough to make a strong man hit his knees And cry out to the Lord Jesus up above To help the world find peace and secure love The emcee said it like that in the 80's To this day people still acting shady In the Middle East mommas crying in the street Angry fathers never to claim defeat And they been fighting each other for thousands of years Drenched with blood and all their tears In a land no bigger than a county Fightin each other like hunters for a bounty But who speaks for those left without a home I guess it's me cuz I'm the man with the microphone Hey I'm the man with the microphone Somebody turn it on so I can sing my song I'm just saying what's gotta be said So don't turn your head from the man with the microphone |
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