Nico Williams 2024 - Magic Dribbling Skills, Goals & Assists | HD

He'd trade his guns for love, but he's caught in the crossfire And he keeps waking up, but it's not to the sound of birds The tyranny, the violent streets, the problem of all that we're blessed with And we can't get enough, no Heaven, if you sent us down, so we could build a playground For the sinners, we'll play as saints, we'd be so proud of what we made I hope you got some beds around, cause you're the only refuge now For every mother, every child, every brother He's caught in the crossfire I'd trade my luck to know, why he's caught in the crossfire And I'm here waking up, to the sun and the sound of birds Society's anxiety, the problems of all that we're blessed with We just can't get enough, no Heaven, if you sent us down, so we could build a playground For the sinners, we'll play as saints, we'd be so proud of what we made I hope you got some beds around, cause you're the only refuge now For every mother, every child, every brother He's caught in the crossfire Can I trust what I'm given, when faith still needs a gun Whose ammunition justifies the wrong And I can't see from the backseat, so I'm asking from above Can I trust what I'm given, even when it cuts So heaven, if you sent us down, so we could build a playground For the sinners, we'll play as saints, we'd be so proud of what we made I hope you got some beds around, cause you're the only refuge now For every mother, every child, every brother He's caught in the crossfire Caught in the crossfire Caught on the crossfire