Credits

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Wyclef Jean
Wyclef Jean
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Wyclef Jean
Wyclef Jean
Produzent:in
Jerry Duplessis
Jerry Duplessis
Produzent:in

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I remember playin' my guitar in the projects
(Playin' in the PJ)
A product of the environment
(Pour some liquor for those who passed away)
I told my mom I'm gon' get up out of the hood (Mama)
My dad taught me the American dream, baby
(You can be anything that you wanna)
If I did it, y'all could do it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
Mama, take these guns away from here (Mama)
I can't shoot them anymore (Cease fire)
I feel a dark cloud comin' over me (So cold, so dark)
It feels like I'm knockin' on Heaven's door
To Biggie Smalls and Tupac
[Verse 3]
Knock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door
To Freaky Tie, and Big Hair, we're
Knock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door
It's where the Princess Lea waits
Knock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door
To my brother Big Pon, we're
Knock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door, oh, Lord (Oh, Lord)
[Verse 4]
Would someone take these guns away from here
Take these guns from the streets
I can't shoot my brothers anymore
I seen it done dry
I feel a dark cloud comin' over me (Over me)
(It feels like) It feels like I'm knockin' on Heaven's door
So sing along, street children, we're
[Verse 5]
Knock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door
To my daddy that passed away
Knock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door
To the God-friend Jordan, we're
Knock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door
To my people doin' time, we're
Knock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door
[Verse 6]
Crimson blood, Latin peeps, please just chill
With the violence, though even, though I know
That the bad boy moves in silence
I'm askin' y'all please chill
With the violence, said even, though I know
That the gangsters move in silence
[Verse 7]
Whoa, we're knock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door
To my people in the Twin Tower, we're
Knock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door
Oh, to my soldiers in the Pelican
Knock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door
[Verse 8]
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York
(Mama) To my people in the streets
I'm talkin' to you now
Please, put down your heat
Oh, Lord, to my brothers that's on the corner
Oh, God, ay, get out quick
Or you, too, will be knockin' on Heaven's door
Written by: Bob Dylan
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