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Big K.R.I.T.
Big K.R.I.T.
Stimme und Gesang
Robert Glasper
Robert Glasper
Klavier
Kenneth Whalum
Kenneth Whalum
Saxofon
Jamire Williams
Jamire Williams
Schlagzeug
Rolynne' Anderson
Rolynne' Anderson
Begleitgesang
Bilal
Bilal
Stimme und Gesang
Burniss Earl Travis II
Burniss Earl Travis II
Kontrabass
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Robert Glasper
Robert Glasper
Songwriter:in
Kenneth Whalum
Kenneth Whalum
Songwriter:in
Jamire Williams
Jamire Williams
Songwriter:in
Rolynne' Anderson
Rolynne' Anderson
Songwriter:in
Bilal Oliver
Bilal Oliver
Songwriter:in
Burniss Earl Travis II
Burniss Earl Travis II
Songwriter:in
Justin Lewis Scott
Justin Lewis Scott
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Big K.R.I.T.
Big K.R.I.T.
Produzent:in
Robert Glasper
Robert Glasper
Produzent:in
Terrace Martin
Terrace Martin
Produzent:in

Letras

[Verse 1]
Oh, oh I'm coming home
The night is young
Oh, shine your light
[Verse 2]
For me when I'm out in the streets
Ends justify means when you making a meet
When you losing the sleep that you saying you need
But what good is rest when it's family to feed
When there's money to get, when it's dollars to count
Fuck a job, you never raised for large amounts
Keep the lights on, front door locked
'Cause the villains in the wilderness, lotta George Zimmermans
Damned we so innocence
So that mean he still out on the prowl for a black child
While the judge and jury crack smile, Lord
Keep the lights burning
[Verse 3]
Oh, I'm coming home
I'm coming home
The road is long
The night is young
The night is young
Somewhere in America
Say, say your prayers
Shine a light for me
[Verse 4]
For me when I'm out on the creep
Do whatever to get a meal when you barely can eat
I'm determined to fight the power to further the peace
Mama scared the police might make a point out of me
It gets hard to sleep, living life in a daze
When kings wanna be ****, I hope it's phase
Queens down to be hoes as long as they pay
Chained to our oppressor, oh man, we slaves
Who wants to be saved
When they claim that the prayers that we pray go unheard
In these God forgotten days, just in case
Keep the lights burning
[Verse 5]
Oh, I'm coming home
I'm coming home
The road is long
The night is young
The night is young
Somewhere in America
Say, say your prayers
Shine a light for me
[Verse 6]
For me when I barely can smile
And the sun refuse to shine when I'm out in the wild
And the raindrops tap the window pane on my room
Sacred I lost faith, pray I find God soon
In a world full of alt-rights I was left field
Black man born poor, I was black steel
Black man born free, this how blessed feel
Because my dreams are dreams, don't make them less real
Nightmares are still the same thing
I've fallen from grace, wishing I had wings
Like a dunk in the Summer but I ain't had Spring
'Cause all that runnin' from trouble'll give you bad knees
Now how can I make a move without a play
I got freedom of speech but with nothing to say
'Cause all that workin' for something but it barely can pay
What they glimmer of heaven giving me everyday
So I wade in the water
Filled with the sharks, snakes, gators, and piranhas
Till the higher, higher ground of the mountaintop
Way from the shooters that's down for shooing to take a shot
'Cause they believe in everything they ever heard
From the bigots and racists that twisting every word
So, a hotel balcony could be the end
Or a podium speaking for family and friends
[Verse 7]
So won't you keep that light, light, light
Keep that light, light, light, light burnin' for me
So won't you keep that light, light, light
Keep that light, light, light, light burnin' for me
[Verse 8]
I'm coming home
The road is long
The night is young
The night is young
Somewhere in America
Say, say your prayers
Shine a light
Say your prayers
Shine a light
Shine your light for me
For me
For, for me
Oh
Written by: Bilal, Burniss Earl Traviss II, Jamire Williams, Justin Scott, Kenneth Whalum, Robert Glasper, Rolynne' Anderson
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