| I’m coming home
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| The night is young
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| Oh, shine your light
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| For me when I’m out in the streets
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| Ends justify means when you making a meet
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| When you losing the sleep that you saying you need
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| But what good is rest when it’s family to feed
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| When it’s money to get when it’s dollars to count
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| Fuck a job, you never raised for larger amounts
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| Keep the lights on, front door locked
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| 'Cause the villains in the wilderness, lotta George Zimmermans
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| Damned with some innocence
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| So that mean he still out on the prowl for a black child
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| While the judge and jury crack smile, Lord
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| Keep the lights burning
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| Oh, I’m coming home
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| I’m coming home
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| The road is long
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| The night is young
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| The night is young
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| Somewhere in America
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| Say, say your prayers, shine your light
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| For me
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| For me when I’m out on the creep
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| Do whatever to get a meal when you barely can eat
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| I’m determined to fight the power to further the peace
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| Mama scared the police might make a point out of me
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| 'Cause it’s hard to sleep living life in a daze
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| When kings wanna be niggas, I hope it’s phase
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| Queens down to be hoes as long as they paid
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| Chained to our oppressor we slaves
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| Who wants to be saved
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| When they claim that the prayers that we pray go unheard
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| In these God-forgotten days, just in case
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| Keep the lights burning
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| Oh, I’m coming home
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| I’m coming home
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| The road is long
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| The night is young
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| The night is young
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| Somewhere in America
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| Say, say your prayers, shine your light
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| For me
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| For me when I barely can smile
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| And the sun refuse to shine when I’m out in the wild
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| And the raindrops tap the window pane on my room
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| Scared I lost faith, pray I find God soon
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| In a world full of alt-rights I was left field
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| Black man born poor, I was black steel
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| Black man born free, this how blessed feel
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| Because my dreams are dreams, don’t make them less real
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| Nightmares are still the same thing
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| I’ve fallen from grace, wishing I had wings
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| Like a dunk in the Summer but I ain’t had Spring
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| 'Cause all that running from trouble’ll give you bad knees
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| Now how can I make a move without a play
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| I got freedom of speech but with nothing to say
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| 'Cause all that working for something but they barely can pay
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| What the glimmer of Heaven giving me every day
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| So I wade in the water
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| Filled with the sharks, snakes, gators, and piranhas
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| Till the higher, higher ground of the mountaintop
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| Away from the shooters that’s down for shooting to take a shot
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| 'Cause they believe in everything they ever heard
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| From the bigots and racists that twisting every word
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| So, a hotel balcony could be the end
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| Or a podium speaking to family and friends
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| So won’t you keep that light, light, light
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| Keep that light, light, light, light burning for me
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| So won’t you keep that light, light, light
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| Keep that light, light, light, light burning for me
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| I’m coming home
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| The road is long
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| The night is young
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| The night is young
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| Somewhere in America
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| Say, say your prayers, shine your light
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| Say your prayers, shine your light
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| Shine your light
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| For me… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Light , by - Big K.R.I.T.. Song from the album 4eva Is A Mighty Long Time, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп