Hands Held High

LINKIN PARK LYRICS

"Hands Held High"


Turn my mic up louder I got to say something
Light weights step to the side 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 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
Screw 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 people 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?"

[Chorus:]
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

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?"

[Chorus x6]

[x6]
With hands held high into the sky so blue,
As the ocean opens up to swallow you.

"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the Shadow of Death, I shall fear no evil, cause I am the baddest mother in the whole dang valley" -JARHEAD

Where to start... well I guess everything can be referred to as war. More spiritual war and physical war then I know what to do with. The almighty super hero Obama says he is going to stop the war in Iraq and pull the troops out and said that even though some people opposed the war and other supported it, we were united as a nation and supported out troops and thankful and proud... blah blah blah smoke up America’s tail. People still don’t support the troops and if they did they wouldn’t have signs saying how the only good solider is a dead one and thanking God for IEDs (Improvised Explosive Devises for the civilians). Anyway, cats out of the bag, I’ll probably be going overseas next year and probably in 2012 as well. Oh no Jared’s going to die…. Yeah, NO. I’ll be fine, we’ll be fine. It’s not for the money, it’s not so it’ll look good on record (well kinda both of those), but I’ve wanted this since 6th grade when those stupid turban head, ball less, mother lovers (utvvfouqwiuyqvioyibefqeiybyerqvpibwrwpibbqvepiybefyibpef... sorry about that) blew up the Twin towers. Now it’s my turn to service some justice. Do I fear death? No, not really, being in God’s glory sounds good to me. To quote of my Tech Sergeants: “I plan on going out of this world the same way I came in. Naked, screaming and covered in someone else’s blood”. Yeah, he’s motivated. But seriously God has my back and His angels are everywhere. It goes back to the walking thought the valley and God making a table full of food for you to eat in front of your enemies. If God be for us, then who be against us. Blessed is the nation who is allies to His people (cough cough hint hint). But yeah, it’s what I want and I’ll do whatever it takes to get over there... and to come back alive, Lord willing. All I ask is this: if you “support our troops” support the war they fight. That means Iraq, Afghanistan, Korea, Pakistan, Kuwait, and Israel... So on and so forth. Where ever they go your support should go with them and if you don’t support the war, then don’t say you support them. Go take you’re “peace” signs and “Every time a soldier dies, America gains some IQ back” signs and show them up your… you get the idea. Sure you may not hold a sign and you may be sad when an American service member dies, but you can’t support one and not the other. You support your wife, but disown her during menopause or if she’s sick? War is Hell, no doubt about it, but freakn a man, gotta support through the good and bad. This isn’t a “in the good times Ill support you”. You don’t want to support troops, let me know. Ill buy you a plan ticket to Iraqastan and you can be on the down range end of their wrath. I’m sure there was more I wanted to put in here but I can’t remember what it was... F A I L. Oh yeah, being a man...
Ok, Gentleman: a man who combines gentle birth or rank with chivalrous qualities (2) : a man whose conduct conforms to a high standard of propriety or correct behavior. That means talking kindly to your wife, no yelling at her, blaming everything on her. Y’all did a lot of crappy stuff and I know it takes two to tango but dang... you screw up a whole family and the hurt, bitterness, and hatred lingers in the air... 30 years later! You’re old and senile. Pop your head out of your tail and get you act together before I rip it out for you. I’m all for respecting your elders, but she is my grandmother, you the douche back step-granddad... she’s got my support. I know what she did was wrong, but dang dude stop treating her like a freaking Negro slave. (If you ever happen to read this and you hit her or whip her. I WILL kill you… slowly). I’m tired of seeing “men” walking around disrespecting women and basically acting like little girls about stuff. Get your acts together. Reach between your legs and pull them out and make sure they’re both there and get your act together. We got “men” shaving their arms and legs and even their manhood… it’s crazy. If your wife is teaching you how to shoot, son you got issues. If you to scared of a bug to kill it for a female, come on. Be scared in private man (side note: lfeiybvliyerfviybsfvilbafvsvlbafviluubwdfivuvub2eetiuvbewtivub…. I don’t want to help you with your petty crap right now, sorry find someone else) Anyway, it just seems like society is crumpling around us. The economy, the government, the world, people, ethics, etc etc. It’s crazy, that’s the only way I know to put it, crazy. I guess all we can do is put on the armor of God and grab our Sword and a gun… or two and face the world.

What is love... baby dont hurt me, dont hurt me no more.

So Ive her everything from "nice guys finish last", to "love is friendship set on fire", to something about not being in the friends category cause she wont want to date you. The Bible talks about love is patient and kind and all that stuff, but what about the real deal. You can "love" your friend and not be "in love" with them. My granddad told me that in order to fully love someone you have to respect them. Honestly, hes the only man Id take love advice from. He hustled his whiskey rations in Korea to put my grandmother through nursing school and would take care of her until the lung cancer took her away form him. I think love is just another word, a game to most people. A way to get what you want or to get laid. But what is love in the context of marriage? To be willing to stick by your wife while she slowly dies, or for you (the wife) to stick by your man if he pulls a gun on you in the middle of the night because he had another war nightmare. Through rich and poor is just a ironic and over used BS said at weddings. Yeah people have standers and what they want but dang if they don't settle for less. I don't know, I'm 20 years old and busy as can be. I still have a while before I think about who I'm going to marry and crap, but whats the point if its a game. I mean marriage is suppose to be full of the unknown. The unknown of sex, and living with someone and even parenthood. And I'm sure I'll get married one day and start a family and all that but, I want the girl God wants for me. He knows who she is and I'm not worried about it... its just that people today make me sick.Kids in middle school saying how much they love so and so and how they are the one. No wonder middle schoolers are becoming parents. Welcome to the new age. Get married in Vegas and wake up the next day, not remember it and make it all go away for a small fee. Call me old school, but what happen to the generation that would kiss their service man in the middle of the streets of New York when he came home. The couples who have been together for 50 plus years. She would fix him dinner and make sure he go his pills. I'm tired of it, and I don't want to be that couple who fight and argue and divorce, I refuse. I refuse to think about marrying a girl unless she meets all of the standers and things I want. And its funny someone wished me luck when I said I wanted a virgin and I just kinda laughed. The longer my list gets the smaller the choice of women gets, that makes it that much easier to pick her out. Lets face it, we don't have a sign that says they are the one for you. Anyway, that's my venting about love and the crap its been drug though.

WELCOME TO THE WAR

The battle that rages within us the hardest to fight. War is all around us, physically and spiritually. But I am finding the war that is going on in my head is a war I’m not sure if I can keep fighting. I’m spinning my wheels. Dead end job, going to a dead end school, no idea what or where to go in life. Im going nowhere but down. Struggling with the consistent struggle to wake up with a motivation to live and fighting not to load a .223 into my AR and kill myself. The fight against pornography, lustful thoughts, hate tread, anger, depression... the fight not to cut someone’s throat open or beat the crap out of them for looking at me wrong. Trying to be everything for everybody, trying to be a leader, a counselor, an airman, and a freakn’ kid trying to enjoying life. It doesn’t work. Society today cares about money so much it makes me sick. Who gives a crap how nice your house is or what you drive or wear. As long as it don’t leak, it runs and your covered and feed, ITS OK! Our nation is spiraling out of control. The president, and his staff, are killing us all slowly. We’ve become blind and numb to the convictions that our founding fathers build this nation on. Who cares if he’s a nigger, but he sucks as a leader. (To the Secret Service or NSA that may read this: Suck it, I’m not going to kill him but sure would like to see him go) I see a small glimmer of hope in some of the kids in the youth group. They have so much potential, but I wonder if they see it in themselves. I know they will/do face a lot of crap that the adults just don’t get and they don’t feel like we, as college kids, know what or how to handle it. Freakn’ A if I can handle a weapon and not blowing my head off all these years, I think I can relate to a kid who’s going thru depression. There’s so may clicks and different groups its retarded, bloody freakn’ crap… *%)#&%)#&$(@&%&%&*#(@)!_!&*#$^%*@(!)$&%^(@)!@&$%&%$()@..... Excuse me. Anyway, Kids don’t want to hang out with kids based on age and crap like that. To freakn’ bad. Don’t hang out with someone and then go bash them as soon and you leave. No wonder God is having trouble moving in the group. And so the battles continue. The war on drugs, sex before marriage, fags, suicide… everything is a war. I’m Cherokee, Irish and German. That means I’m one with nature and the spiritual stuff, while having a short temper and being ruthless and brutal. Different people come from different back grounds and that seems to cause more problems and more issues, that’s whatever. If someone isn’t cool with who you are tell ‘em to sucks it and go kick rocks. (that’s for free it has nothing to do with anything really). Well there you go a very small portion of the craziness going on inside my head. I have found though that the more you hate your life, the more you don’t fear death. And the more you don’t fear death, the more you live life to the fullest and with no holding back… It’s a crazy cycle.

Life

So, its 3:14am and Im still wired from a 6 mile yaking run and a monster. I saw the Spike TV commercial for the latest Rambo movie and the qoute "Live for nothing, die for something" had me thinking all day, what am I lviing for? I want to be payed to carry a gun and hlep people; FBI, Military, Merchanry, I dont really care. But what am I lving for now? School, work, everyones standeres and BS. Am I really living for God and what He wants me to live for? I dont feel like I have any direction right now. Im spinning my tiers, bruning gas and not making any progress. I want action, I want out of the house, I want a fight. Im young and restless.. screw realtionships and marrage and settling down. Lifes short I want adventure. I want to go back to the moutians of Alaska or the barracks of Lackland AFB. Heck Ill go back ot the dorms of GMC. I just want to move foward. To just get up and go where ever God has me going. Im to riled up to sit and wait. Im ok with waiting but give me somthing to do in the mean time. Sitting here whittling my thumps is kill me and pissing me off. Im on a short fuse because Im restless. I want to rebel against the standards and the ties people set. I want to live on the edge and do something stupid and dangerous. Life is short as it is, Jesus is coming back any day now and freaking A you never know when that next IED to go off has your name on it. Next week is camp an Im excited to go but nervous too. I havnt been in years and havnt been under Bryans leadership. I dont know who im rooming with and Im not really worried about it but I just dont want it to suck. Its camp it cant suck but alot of crap can hit the fan in that week. I want to be a leader the kids look up too and want to come to with stuff and respect. But its hard to be that guy and be restless at the same time. Im like a dog on society's leash but Ive run around in so many cirlce its slipping tighter and tighter around my neck. I dont wanna go to school, heck i freaking hate it. I dont want to answer a million questions everytime I come home. I dont want to deal with ignorate self-cenetred people. I hate what America as become. Ill fight, kill and die for her but dang if people and the government aint screwed it all up. People dont care about what soldiers do, they hate the war. All they care about is money and gay rights. Really gays? Freaking idots... I wonder what our forefathers think of all this? Must be nice only having to worry about slavery. Which leads me to something else... I AM NOT RACIST. All that freaking mother...qoufbfvibfvsib BS! I dont like ignorance. I dont like it in blacks, whites, yellow red green whatever color, I dont like stupididy and ignorecs. Yeah Im open about how I feel but I aint against one race or another. I work with and know alot of great poeple who are black. So yall just keep judging, it doesnt matter anymore. You will never understand nor will you care... just get out of my face and go kick rocks

"Day and night
I toss and turn, I keep stressing my mind, mind
I look for peace but see I don't attain
What I need for keeps this silly game we play, play
Now look at this
Madness to magnet keeps attracting me, me
I try to run but see I'm not that fast
I think I'm first but surely finish last, last"

"I know the Lord is looking at me, but yet its still hard to feel happy. I often drift when I drive, having fatal thoughts of suicide. Bang and get it over with and then Im worry free, but that's none sense.."

Im New

Ok, so Im new at this blogging thing and I always like to post random facts or cool quotes but hate blowing up peoples' twitter and Facebook. So I guess this is my extra space to vent, share and whatever else you can do on here.