Créditos

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Naâman
Naâman
Leadgesang
Madison Square Gospel Chant
Madison Square Gospel Chant
Begleitgesang
Quentin "Badman" Dupont
Quentin "Badman" Dupont
Gitarre
Cédric Tribuman Munsch
Cédric Tribuman Munsch
Trompete
Thomas “Mato” Cirade
Bassgitarre
Simon “Saymon” Roger
Schlagzeug
Maxime Luck
Maxime Luck
Altsaxofon
Julien Manjul Souletie
Julien Manjul Souletie
Percussion/Schlagzeug
Romain “Romux” Pivard
Tenorsaxofon
Julian "Djoul" Mauvieux
Julian "Djoul" Mauvieux
Tasteninstrumente
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Fatbabs
Fatbabs
Komponist:in
Naâman
Naâman
Texte
Martin Mussard
Martin Mussard
Songwriter:in
Benjamin Jeanne
Benjamin Jeanne
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Fatbabs
Fatbabs
Produzent:in
Naâman
Naâman
Produzent:in
Benjamin Jeanne
Benjamin Jeanne
Produzent:in
Damien Bolo
Damien Bolo
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Laurent Dupuy
Laurent Dupuy
Mischtechniker:in
Alexis « EXL » Mischler
Alexis « EXL » Mischler
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Sebastien Houot
Sebastien Houot
Aufnahmeingenieur:in

Letras

I know where I'm from
They can't treat me so wrong
Father guide my step forward
To the place I belong
I, I walk
No longer they'll put I down
Tell them I walk
I walk outta Babylon
Don't you let them enter in your head
Don't you let them ever take over
'Cause I know their vision is dead
None of them a wise man
None of them a leader
I, I walk
I'll start right where I am
I say walk
I walk outta Babylon
There's an emergency
And I hear the call of our real God
I got to move away my family
'Cause the city big fuss them all real loud
Mother Earth is crucial
Gotta be no partial
We got to honor our legacy
Our every day's life be the real crown
Capitalism a pile the layers
'Til we can see nothing but layers
Poor people are just bad payers
Oh my God, hear the prayer
I, I walk
No longer they'll put I down
I say walk
I walk outta Babylon
Inna this global warming
Gotta know what we're doing
When times come critical
Got to welcome them teachings
We all want the same thing
A happy life full of blessings
When times come critical
Teach well the children
Capitalism a pile the layers
'Til we can see nothing but layers
Poor people are just bad payers
Oh my God, hear the prayer
I, I walk
No longer they'll put I down
I say walk
I walk outta Babylon
Far away
I, I walk, I, I walk, I, I walk outta Babylon
Man a walk outta Babylon
I'm walking on outta Babylon
Man a walk outta Babylon
Man a walk
I, I walk, I, I walk, I, I walk, I, I walk
I, I walk, I, I walk, I, I walk outta Babylon
Man a walk outta Babylon
I'm walking on outta Babylon
Man a walk outta Babylon
Man a walk
I, I walk, I, I walk, I, I walk, I, I walk
Written by: Benjamin Jeanne, Fatbabs, Naâman
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