[Chorus: John Legend]
I believe in the light that shines and will never die
Oh, I believe the fire burns, we stay alive
They will talk about us
Like they talked about the kings before us
They will talk about us
[Verse 1: Common]
These are the words of a believer, achiever, leader of the globe
Feeding souls of those in need
I bleed the blood of the struggle
Walking over troubled puddles
Hustles in my chest, no hustle, no progress
Extremities of life and it's process
Birth of a son, death of another
With love, I caress both mothers
And told 'em, who's in control is the one that's above us
I walk where money talks and love stutters
Body language of a nation going through changes
The young become dangerous, pain gets spent into anger
Anger gets sent through the chamber
It's tough when your own look like strangers
We are the sons of gangsters and stone rangers
If he could, how would Ernie Barnes paint us?
Look at the picture, hard not to blame us
But time forgives in the Chi where the young die often
Do they end up in a coffin because we haven't taught them?
Is it what we talking, we really ain't walking?
Dues hustlers pay, how much did it cost 'em?
Find myself on the same corner that we lost 'em
Real talking, in their ear like a Walkman
Thoughts spin around the corner to the world
When I see them, I see my baby girl, believe!
I believe in the light that shines and will never die
Oh, I believe the fire burns, we stay alive
They will talk about us
Like they talked about the kings before us
They will talk about us
[Verse 1: Common]
These are the words of a believer, achiever, leader of the globe
Feeding souls of those in need
I bleed the blood of the struggle
Walking over troubled puddles
Hustles in my chest, no hustle, no progress
Extremities of life and it's process
Birth of a son, death of another
With love, I caress both mothers
And told 'em, who's in control is the one that's above us
I walk where money talks and love stutters
Body language of a nation going through changes
The young become dangerous, pain gets spent into anger
Anger gets sent through the chamber
It's tough when your own look like strangers
We are the sons of gangsters and stone rangers
If he could, how would Ernie Barnes paint us?
Look at the picture, hard not to blame us
But time forgives in the Chi where the young die often
Do they end up in a coffin because we haven't taught them?
Is it what we talking, we really ain't walking?
Dues hustlers pay, how much did it cost 'em?
Find myself on the same corner that we lost 'em
Real talking, in their ear like a Walkman
Thoughts spin around the corner to the world
When I see them, I see my baby girl, believe!
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