Hed trade his guns for love But hes caught in the crossfire And he keeps wakin up But its not to the sound of birds The tyranny, the violent streets Deprived of all that were blessed with And we can't get enough, no Heaven, if you sent us down So we can build a playground For the sinners to play as saints Youd be so proud of what we made I hope you got some beds around 'Cause youre the only refuge now For every mother, every child, every brother That's caught in the crossfire That's caught in the crossfire Id trade my luck to know Why hes caught in the crossfire And I'm here wakin up To the Sun and the sound of birds Societys anxiety Deprives of all that were blessed with We just can't get enough, no Heaven, if you sent us down So we can build a playground For the sinners to play as saints Youd be so proud of what we made I hope you got some beds around 'Cause youre the only refuge now For every mother, every child, every brother That's caught in the crossfire That'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 can build a playground For the sinners to play as saints Youd be so proud of what we made I hope you got some beds around 'Cause youre the only refuge now For every mother, every child, every brother That's caught in the crossfire That's caught in the crossfire Hey, yeah That's caught in the crossfire Ooh, ooh, that's caught in the crossfire, fire, fire That's caught on the cross