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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Banks & Steelz
Banks & Steelz
Vocals
Paul Banks
Paul Banks
Guitar
Billy Hickey
Billy Hickey
Drums
Mike Crossey
Mike Crossey
Programming
RZA
RZA
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Banks
Paul Banks
Songwriter
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Banks & Steelz
Banks & Steelz
Producer
Billy Hickey
Billy Hickey
Engineer
Mike Crossey
Mike Crossey
Mixing Engineer
Jonathan Gilmore
Jonathan Gilmore
Mixing Engineer
Bradford H. Smith
Bradford H. Smith
Assistant Engineer
Gosha Usov
Gosha Usov
Assistant Engineer
Jake Smith
Jake Smith
Assistant Engineer
Phil Joly
Phil Joly
Assistant Engineer
Will Wells
Will Wells
Assistant Engineer
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
Steve Fallone
Steve Fallone
Mastering Engineer
Ari Levine
Ari Levine
Producer

Songteksten

I believe that someone Can be brave on this green Earth But maybe I'm wrong. Mhm. Maybe I'm wrong Game on Turns dreams to reality The king of principality shines upon me The Holy Spirit shadows me I write songs for fun, not for salary Used to collect guns, now the truth is my calvary But I got a closet full just in case The project pulls some wicked bullshit My logistic is logical, turn you back to molecules Miniscule follicles, then convert your brain to subatomic particles I breathe you in, and sneeze you out You [MCs?], you live in the crease of doubt That's why I swarm on your college dorm Make knowledge born from the hood to the cottage farm London to Russia, Eurasia to Prussia The Holy Cities of the East, the [young sheiks discuss?] us Christ means [crush her?], become along the usher The righteous way of life, it be most wise For the civilized man to trust us On Bora Bora we discuss the Torah Then we travel across these lands like old explorers I believe that someone Can be brave on this green Earth But maybe I'm wrong. Aim for the sun Out in the freezing rain Stay on the streets all day Until my cover is over We always [fight blind the light of our lives?] My patience is waning, the scales have capsized I read [?] full of glory And there's pyres of files of light Fleeting mazes to the night sky Sitting on the porch, torching a stoagie in the moonlight Rocking back and forth in my chair contemplating life Thinking where I went wrong, where I went right Was it a fast, or a long life? From my calculation everyday sensational Every sense was stimulated, pain's occasional All praises due to the Father The author, the supreme architect The one with no partner We give man the wisdom to be a gardener, carpenter Preach the warrior, king, or you could be a scholar Husband, wife, child, mother, brother, sister, or father All these things the heart consist of Keep the planet floating [?] like Atlantic oceans [?] reject all Satanic notions We so elusive I believe that someone Can be brave on this green Earth But maybe I'm wrong. Aim for the sun Out in the freezing rain I could stay on the streets all day Until my cover is over Runneth over Runneth over Runneth over Runneth over Runneth over Runneth over Runneth over Runneth over Runneth over Runneth over Now I see there's some way To be free as a seabird And maybe I'm gone Straight for the sun Out in the freezing rain Stay on the streets all day Cause my [?]
Writer(s): Robert F. Diggs, Paul Julian Banks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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