The Light Songtext
von Big K.R.I.T. feat. Bilal, Robert Glasper Jr., Kenneth Whalum & Burniss Earl Travis II

Oh, oh
I′m coming home
The night is young
Oh, shine your light

For me when I'm out in the streets
Ends justify means when you making a meet
When you losing the sleep that you saying you need
But what good is rest when it′s family to feed
When it's money to get, when it's dollars to count
Fuck a job, you never raised for larger amounts
Keep the lights on, front door locked
′Cause the villains in the wilderness, lotta George Zimmermans
Damned with some innocence
So that mean he still out on the prowl for a black child
While the judge and jury crack smile, Lord
Keep the lights burning


Oh, I′m coming home
I'm coming home
The road is long
The night is young
The night is young
Somewhere in America
Say, say your prayers, shine your light
For me

For me when I′m out on the creep
Do whatever to get a meal when you barely can eat
I'm determined to fight the power to further the peace
Mama scared the police might make a point out of me
′Cause it's hard to sleep living life in a daze
When kings wanna be niggas, I hope it′s phase
Queens down to be hoes as long as they paid
Chained to our oppressor, [?] we slaves
Who wants to be saved
When they claim that the prayers that we pray go unheard
In these God-forgotten days, just in case
Keep the lights burning


Oh, I'm coming home
I'm coming home
The road is long
The night is young
The night is young
Somewhere in America
Say, say your prayers, shine your light
For me

For me when I barely can smile
And the sun refuse to shine when I′m out in the wild
And the raindrops tap the window pane on my room
Scared I lost faith, pray I find God soon
In a world full of alt-rights I was left field
Black man born poor, I was black steel
Black man born free, this how blessed feel
Because my dreams are dreams, don′t make them less real
Nightmares are still the same thing
I've fallen from grace, wishing I had wings
Like a dunk in the Summer but I ain′t had Spring
'Cause all that running from trouble′ll give you bad knees
Now how can I make a move without a play
I got freedom of speech but with nothing to say
'Cause all that working for something but they barely can pay
What the glimmer of Heaven giving me every day
So I wade in the water
Filled with the sharks, snakes, gators, and piranhas
Till the higher, higher ground of the mountaintop
Away from the shooters that′s down for shooting to take a shot
'Cause they believe in everything they ever heard
From the bigots and racists that twisting every word
So, a hotel balcony could be the end
Or a podium speaking to family and friends

So won't you keep that light, light, light
Keep that light, light, light, light burning for me
So won′t you keep that light, light, light
Keep that light, light, light, light burning for me

I′m coming home
The road is long
The night is young
The night is young
Somewhere in America
Say, say your prayers, shine your light
Say your prayers, shine your light
Shien your light
For me
For me
Oh
For me
Oh