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