Текст песни Crossfire

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