[Verse 1: Isam B.]
I wanna to live, I wanna give
I been a miner for a heart of gold
It's these expressions I never ever give
I've been around the world searching for that peace
But all I had to do was look at the mirror
Tonight my armor became my prayers and each word
Contained the universe changing my baby's diaper
For a heart of gold I would cross the ocean low
On and on I go without a simple glass of water, no
The wrinkles on my face carrying my every case
On my shoulder blades now let's go
[Chorus]
(Sound of a rebel) All I hear is the
(Sound of a rebel) Never miss a beat with the
(Sound of a rebel) He, he, ha, ha
(Sound of a rebel) Move alone
(Sound of a rebel) I want to live
(Sound of a rebel) I want to live
(Sound of a rebel) I want to live
(Sound of a rebel) I want to live
[Verse 2: Waqas Ali]
I wanna know, I wanna show
Wanna go places I've never gone before
Not talking physically but mentally
Hypothetically speaking I'm just
Hungry and seeking how to reach for preachers
I got soul but no control, out on parole
Someone bail me out, wasn't ready not steady
Ain't nothing pretty in my part of the city
Got plenty of reasons to turn greedy
Ain't easy to keep your cool on a floor, so greezy
In my neck of the woods it gets pitch black
So never go again, back off track
I wanna to live, I wanna give
I been a miner for a heart of gold
It's these expressions I never ever give
I've been around the world searching for that peace
But all I had to do was look at the mirror
Tonight my armor became my prayers and each word
Contained the universe changing my baby's diaper
For a heart of gold I would cross the ocean low
On and on I go without a simple glass of water, no
The wrinkles on my face carrying my every case
On my shoulder blades now let's go
[Chorus]
(Sound of a rebel) All I hear is the
(Sound of a rebel) Never miss a beat with the
(Sound of a rebel) He, he, ha, ha
(Sound of a rebel) Move alone
(Sound of a rebel) I want to live
(Sound of a rebel) I want to live
(Sound of a rebel) I want to live
(Sound of a rebel) I want to live
[Verse 2: Waqas Ali]
I wanna know, I wanna show
Wanna go places I've never gone before
Not talking physically but mentally
Hypothetically speaking I'm just
Hungry and seeking how to reach for preachers
I got soul but no control, out on parole
Someone bail me out, wasn't ready not steady
Ain't nothing pretty in my part of the city
Got plenty of reasons to turn greedy
Ain't easy to keep your cool on a floor, so greezy
In my neck of the woods it gets pitch black
So never go again, back off track
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