Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Believer, artist - Common.
Date of issue: 15.12.2011
Song language: English
The Believer |
I believe in the light that shines and will never die |
Oh I believe the fire burns, we stay alive |
They will talk about us |
Like they talked about the kings before us |
They will talk about us |
These are the words of a believer, achiever, leader of the globe |
Feeding souls of those in need |
I bleed the blood of the struggle |
Walking over troubled puddles |
Hustles in my chest, no hustle no progress |
Extremities of life and it’s process |
Birth of a son, death of another |
With love I can rest both mothers |
And told ‘em, who’s in control is the one thats above us |
I walk where money talks and love stutters |
Body language of a nation going through changes |
The young become dangerous, pain gets spent into anger |
Anger gets sent through the chamber |
It’s tough when your own look like strangers |
We are the sons of gangsters and stone rangers |
If he could how would Ernie Barnes paint us |
Look at the picture, hard not to blame us |
But time forgives and the Chi where the young die often |
Do they end up in a coffin because we haven’t taught them? |
Is it what we talking we really ain’t walking |
Dudes, hustlers pay, how much did it cost ‘em? |
Find myself on the same corner that we lost ‘em |
Real talking, in they ear like a walkman |
Thoughts spin around the corner to the World |
When I see them, I see my baby girl |
Believe |
I believe in the light that shines and will never die |
Oh I believe the fire burns, we stay alive |
They will talk about us |
Like they talked about the kings before us |
They will talk about us |
The lord lives among us |
The young guns hunger become a means to get it |
By any means necessary, under pressure |
Children feeling lesser, with the steel up on the dresser |
Killin' will aggressors, destiny’s children |
Survivors, soldiers, in front of buildings they eyes look older |
Hard to see blessings in the violent culture |
Face against weapons, sirens, holsters |
That aint the way that Langston Hughes wrote us |
Soul controllers on the shoulders of Moses and Noah |
We go from being oppressors to Oprah |
Cultivated to overcome ever since we came overseas |
Today and the way that you can see we determined |
Solar keeps burning, shawty’s know to keep learning |
Lesson’s in our life, but life stripes that we earning |
Took raps advice that Christ is returning |
Like a thief in the night, I write the beacons of light |
For those of us in dark alleys and parched valleys |
Street kids spark rallies of the conscience conquerors of a contest |
That seems beyond us, even through the unseen, I know that God watches |
From one King’s dream he was able to Barack us |
The prophets, nothing can stop us |
Believe |
I believe in the light that shines and will never die |
Oh I believe the fire burns, we stay alive |
They will talk about us |
Like they talked about the kings before us |
They will talk about us |
I know I know I know our dreams won’t turn to dust |
They will talk about us |
I know I know I know our dreams won’t turn to dust |
They will talk about us |
I know I know I know our dreams won’t turn to dust |
They will talk about us |