He'd trade his guns to love
But He's caught in the crossfire

And he keeps wakin'up
But his not to the sound of birds

He tyranny of the violent streets
Depride of all that we're blessed with
And we can't get enough no

Heaven if sent us down
So we could build a playground
For the sinners to play as saints

You'd be so proud of what we've made
I hope you got some beds around

Cuz' you're the only refuge now
For every mother
Every child
Every brother

Who's caught in the crossfire