Song | Sticking To The Plan |
Artist | Emmanuel Speaks |
Album | The Composer LP |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Emmanuel Nwaohai/Dylan James Roberts | |
作曲 : Robert Bigby/Shem Raeburn | |
They say that home is where the heart is | |
We dream of fairy-tale endings where I started | |
Stuck between | |
A rock and a hard place. | |
There's never an Excalibur for these Arthurs | |
And these knights ride in dirted armour | |
Choose to live by the sword, you might just go by it. | |
Cos I've seen man that really know what on-sight is | |
No value for what life is | |
So if it comes down to him and you, | |
It's not about who's got less to lose | |
Cos it doesn't matter when one of you is dead and the other is left accused | |
Right hand to God | |
The other on a trigger | |
Torn between blasting them for their wrongs or praying for my niggas | |
Leave the ends or make amends | |
Either way i make it my responsibility to elevate friends | |
Lead by example - how the youts what really makes them men | |
I used to think I was living wrong | |
I never had an older bro to put me on | |
Mummy said fix your face in pictures cos you can't always choose | |
which they use to represent you | |
Both hands to God | |
Premonitions of your fate on the news | |
Stood on the right side of the law and they still decide to shoot | |
They don't see kings, they see a thug in you | |
There's a world of dreams, in these troubled youths | |
But they'll say they care just to comfort you | |
Looking back at times when I never had | |
Never get complacent | |
That made me who I am | |
Look into my eyes so you’ll understand | |
These voices in my head | |
Said we're sticking to the plan (X2) | |
They say that home is where the heart is | |
We dream of fairy-tale endings where I started | |
But ain't no genies or flying carpets | |
No presence of a Dad | |
For these Jasmine's | |
So they let a lad in with only one wish | |
Only Aladdin is no fresh prince | |
But fresh prints left as and when her Uncle feels, | |
Shit | |
Father broke her heart before any man did | |
Was never shown her hopes could be bigger than mother to any man's kids | |
The dreams she had at 13 could've took her beyond any man's rich | |
And if she wants to blow, she ain't gotta blow on any man's.. | |
Trumpets in the air. | |
I hope you don't lose sight of your vision | |
Even when the music stops, I hope you don't lose faith or your rhythm | |
We're the caged birds with a song for freedom | |
And we don't write what we don't believe in | |
So when we sing | |
It only has one meaning | |
It's time for the water you wash your hands off us with to be dirted by the blood of the innocent | |
It's time for fire to rise with the citizens | |
You call them riots - over here, it's an exodus | |
We're done with suffering alone | |
The rightful Kings and Queens are coming for the throne | |
Take us home, listen to us sing these... (songs of freedom) | |
I'm looking back at times when I never had | |
Never get complacent | |
That made me who I am | |
Look into my eyes so you’ll understand | |
These voices in my head | |
Said we're sticking to the plan (X2)They say that home is where the heart is | |
We dream of fairy-tale endings where I started | |
Stuck between | |
A rock and a hard place. | |
There's never an Excalibur for these Arthurs | |
And these knights ride in dirted armour | |
Choose to live by the sword, you might just go by it. | |
Cos I've seen man that really know what on-sight is | |
No value for what life is | |
So if it comes down to him and you, | |
It's not about who's got less to lose | |
Cos it doesn't matter when one of you is dead and the other is left accused | |
Right hand to God | |
The other on a trigger | |
Torn between blasting them for their wrongs or praying for my niggas | |
Leave the ends or make amends | |
Either way i make it my responsibility to elevate friends | |
Lead by example - how the youts what really makes them men | |
I used to think I was living wrong | |
I never had an older bro to put me on | |
Mummy said fix your face in pictures cos you can't always choose | |
which they use to represent you | |
Both hands to God | |
Premonitions of your fate on the news | |
Stood on the right side of the law and they still decide to shoot | |
They don't see kings, they see a thug in you | |
There's a world of dreams, in these troubled youths | |
But they'll say they care just to comfort you | |
Looking back at times when I never had | |
Never get complacent | |
That made me who I am | |
Look into my eyes so you’ll understand | |
These voices in my head | |
Said we're sticking to the plan (X2) | |
They say that home is where the heart is | |
We dream of fairy-tale endings where I started | |
But ain't no genies or flying carpets | |
No presence of a Dad | |
For these Jasmine's | |
So they let a lad in with only one wish | |
Only Aladdin is no fresh prince | |
But fresh prints left as and when her Uncle feels, | |
Shit | |
Father broke her heart before any man did | |
Was never shown her hopes could be bigger than mother to any man's kids | |
The dreams she had at 13 could've took her beyond any man's rich | |
And if she wants to blow, she ain't gotta blow on any man's.. | |
Trumpets in the air. | |
I hope you don't lose sight of your vision | |
Even when the music stops, I hope you don't lose faith or your rhythm | |
We're the caged birds with a song for freedom | |
And we don't write what we don't believe in | |
So when we sing | |
It only has one meaning | |
It's time for the water you wash your hands off us with to be dirted by the blood of the innocent | |
It's time for fire to rise with the citizens | |
You call them riots - over here, it's an exodus | |
We're done with suffering alone | |
The rightful Kings and Queens are coming for the throne | |
Take us home, listen to us sing these... (songs of freedom) | |
I'm looking back at times when I never had | |
Never get complacent | |
That made me who I am | |
Look into my eyes so you’ll understand | |
These voices in my head | |
Said we're sticking to the plan (X2) |
zuo ci : Emmanuel Nwaohai Dylan James Roberts | |
zuo qu : Robert Bigby Shem Raeburn | |
They say that home is where the heart is | |
We dream of fairytale endings where I started | |
Stuck between | |
A rock and a hard place. | |
There' s never an Excalibur for these Arthurs | |
And these knights ride in dirted armour | |
Choose to live by the sword, you might just go by it. | |
Cos I' ve seen man that really know what onsight is | |
No value for what life is | |
So if it comes down to him and you, | |
It' s not about who' s got less to lose | |
Cos it doesn' t matter when one of you is dead and the other is left accused | |
Right hand to God | |
The other on a trigger | |
Torn between blasting them for their wrongs or praying for my niggas | |
Leave the ends or make amends | |
Either way i make it my responsibility to elevate friends | |
Lead by example how the youts what really makes them men | |
I used to think I was living wrong | |
I never had an older bro to put me on | |
Mummy said fix your face in pictures cos you can' t always choose | |
which they use to represent you | |
Both hands to God | |
Premonitions of your fate on the news | |
Stood on the right side of the law and they still decide to shoot | |
They don' t see kings, they see a thug in you | |
There' s a world of dreams, in these troubled youths | |
But they' ll say they care just to comfort you | |
Looking back at times when I never had | |
Never get complacent | |
That made me who I am | |
Look into my eyes so you' ll understand | |
These voices in my head | |
Said we' re sticking to the plan X2 | |
They say that home is where the heart is | |
We dream of fairytale endings where I started | |
But ain' t no genies or flying carpets | |
No presence of a Dad | |
For these Jasmine' s | |
So they let a lad in with only one wish | |
Only Aladdin is no fresh prince | |
But fresh prints left as and when her Uncle feels, | |
Shit | |
Father broke her heart before any man did | |
Was never shown her hopes could be bigger than mother to any man' s kids | |
The dreams she had at 13 could' ve took her beyond any man' s rich | |
And if she wants to blow, she ain' t gotta blow on any man' s.. | |
Trumpets in the air. | |
I hope you don' t lose sight of your vision | |
Even when the music stops, I hope you don' t lose faith or your rhythm | |
We' re the caged birds with a song for freedom | |
And we don' t write what we don' t believe in | |
So when we sing | |
It only has one meaning | |
It' s time for the water you wash your hands off us with to be dirted by the blood of the innocent | |
It' s time for fire to rise with the citizens | |
You call them riots over here, it' s an exodus | |
We' re done with suffering alone | |
The rightful Kings and Queens are coming for the throne | |
Take us home, listen to us sing these... songs of freedom | |
I' m looking back at times when I never had | |
Never get complacent | |
That made me who I am | |
Look into my eyes so you' ll understand | |
These voices in my head | |
Said we' re sticking to the plan X2 They say that home is where the heart is | |
We dream of fairytale endings where I started | |
Stuck between | |
A rock and a hard place. | |
There' s never an Excalibur for these Arthurs | |
And these knights ride in dirted armour | |
Choose to live by the sword, you might just go by it. | |
Cos I' ve seen man that really know what onsight is | |
No value for what life is | |
So if it comes down to him and you, | |
It' s not about who' s got less to lose | |
Cos it doesn' t matter when one of you is dead and the other is left accused | |
Right hand to God | |
The other on a trigger | |
Torn between blasting them for their wrongs or praying for my niggas | |
Leave the ends or make amends | |
Either way i make it my responsibility to elevate friends | |
Lead by example how the youts what really makes them men | |
I used to think I was living wrong | |
I never had an older bro to put me on | |
Mummy said fix your face in pictures cos you can' t always choose | |
which they use to represent you | |
Both hands to God | |
Premonitions of your fate on the news | |
Stood on the right side of the law and they still decide to shoot | |
They don' t see kings, they see a thug in you | |
There' s a world of dreams, in these troubled youths | |
But they' ll say they care just to comfort you | |
Looking back at times when I never had | |
Never get complacent | |
That made me who I am | |
Look into my eyes so you' ll understand | |
These voices in my head | |
Said we' re sticking to the plan X2 | |
They say that home is where the heart is | |
We dream of fairytale endings where I started | |
But ain' t no genies or flying carpets | |
No presence of a Dad | |
For these Jasmine' s | |
So they let a lad in with only one wish | |
Only Aladdin is no fresh prince | |
But fresh prints left as and when her Uncle feels, | |
Shit | |
Father broke her heart before any man did | |
Was never shown her hopes could be bigger than mother to any man' s kids | |
The dreams she had at 13 could' ve took her beyond any man' s rich | |
And if she wants to blow, she ain' t gotta blow on any man' s.. | |
Trumpets in the air. | |
I hope you don' t lose sight of your vision | |
Even when the music stops, I hope you don' t lose faith or your rhythm | |
We' re the caged birds with a song for freedom | |
And we don' t write what we don' t believe in | |
So when we sing | |
It only has one meaning | |
It' s time for the water you wash your hands off us with to be dirted by the blood of the innocent | |
It' s time for fire to rise with the citizens | |
You call them riots over here, it' s an exodus | |
We' re done with suffering alone | |
The rightful Kings and Queens are coming for the throne | |
Take us home, listen to us sing these... songs of freedom | |
I' m looking back at times when I never had | |
Never get complacent | |
That made me who I am | |
Look into my eyes so you' ll understand | |
These voices in my head | |
Said we' re sticking to the plan X2 |
zuò cí : Emmanuel Nwaohai Dylan James Roberts | |
zuò qǔ : Robert Bigby Shem Raeburn | |
They say that home is where the heart is | |
We dream of fairytale endings where I started | |
Stuck between | |
A rock and a hard place. | |
There' s never an Excalibur for these Arthurs | |
And these knights ride in dirted armour | |
Choose to live by the sword, you might just go by it. | |
Cos I' ve seen man that really know what onsight is | |
No value for what life is | |
So if it comes down to him and you, | |
It' s not about who' s got less to lose | |
Cos it doesn' t matter when one of you is dead and the other is left accused | |
Right hand to God | |
The other on a trigger | |
Torn between blasting them for their wrongs or praying for my niggas | |
Leave the ends or make amends | |
Either way i make it my responsibility to elevate friends | |
Lead by example how the youts what really makes them men | |
I used to think I was living wrong | |
I never had an older bro to put me on | |
Mummy said fix your face in pictures cos you can' t always choose | |
which they use to represent you | |
Both hands to God | |
Premonitions of your fate on the news | |
Stood on the right side of the law and they still decide to shoot | |
They don' t see kings, they see a thug in you | |
There' s a world of dreams, in these troubled youths | |
But they' ll say they care just to comfort you | |
Looking back at times when I never had | |
Never get complacent | |
That made me who I am | |
Look into my eyes so you' ll understand | |
These voices in my head | |
Said we' re sticking to the plan X2 | |
They say that home is where the heart is | |
We dream of fairytale endings where I started | |
But ain' t no genies or flying carpets | |
No presence of a Dad | |
For these Jasmine' s | |
So they let a lad in with only one wish | |
Only Aladdin is no fresh prince | |
But fresh prints left as and when her Uncle feels, | |
Shit | |
Father broke her heart before any man did | |
Was never shown her hopes could be bigger than mother to any man' s kids | |
The dreams she had at 13 could' ve took her beyond any man' s rich | |
And if she wants to blow, she ain' t gotta blow on any man' s.. | |
Trumpets in the air. | |
I hope you don' t lose sight of your vision | |
Even when the music stops, I hope you don' t lose faith or your rhythm | |
We' re the caged birds with a song for freedom | |
And we don' t write what we don' t believe in | |
So when we sing | |
It only has one meaning | |
It' s time for the water you wash your hands off us with to be dirted by the blood of the innocent | |
It' s time for fire to rise with the citizens | |
You call them riots over here, it' s an exodus | |
We' re done with suffering alone | |
The rightful Kings and Queens are coming for the throne | |
Take us home, listen to us sing these... songs of freedom | |
I' m looking back at times when I never had | |
Never get complacent | |
That made me who I am | |
Look into my eyes so you' ll understand | |
These voices in my head | |
Said we' re sticking to the plan X2 They say that home is where the heart is | |
We dream of fairytale endings where I started | |
Stuck between | |
A rock and a hard place. | |
There' s never an Excalibur for these Arthurs | |
And these knights ride in dirted armour | |
Choose to live by the sword, you might just go by it. | |
Cos I' ve seen man that really know what onsight is | |
No value for what life is | |
So if it comes down to him and you, | |
It' s not about who' s got less to lose | |
Cos it doesn' t matter when one of you is dead and the other is left accused | |
Right hand to God | |
The other on a trigger | |
Torn between blasting them for their wrongs or praying for my niggas | |
Leave the ends or make amends | |
Either way i make it my responsibility to elevate friends | |
Lead by example how the youts what really makes them men | |
I used to think I was living wrong | |
I never had an older bro to put me on | |
Mummy said fix your face in pictures cos you can' t always choose | |
which they use to represent you | |
Both hands to God | |
Premonitions of your fate on the news | |
Stood on the right side of the law and they still decide to shoot | |
They don' t see kings, they see a thug in you | |
There' s a world of dreams, in these troubled youths | |
But they' ll say they care just to comfort you | |
Looking back at times when I never had | |
Never get complacent | |
That made me who I am | |
Look into my eyes so you' ll understand | |
These voices in my head | |
Said we' re sticking to the plan X2 | |
They say that home is where the heart is | |
We dream of fairytale endings where I started | |
But ain' t no genies or flying carpets | |
No presence of a Dad | |
For these Jasmine' s | |
So they let a lad in with only one wish | |
Only Aladdin is no fresh prince | |
But fresh prints left as and when her Uncle feels, | |
Shit | |
Father broke her heart before any man did | |
Was never shown her hopes could be bigger than mother to any man' s kids | |
The dreams she had at 13 could' ve took her beyond any man' s rich | |
And if she wants to blow, she ain' t gotta blow on any man' s.. | |
Trumpets in the air. | |
I hope you don' t lose sight of your vision | |
Even when the music stops, I hope you don' t lose faith or your rhythm | |
We' re the caged birds with a song for freedom | |
And we don' t write what we don' t believe in | |
So when we sing | |
It only has one meaning | |
It' s time for the water you wash your hands off us with to be dirted by the blood of the innocent | |
It' s time for fire to rise with the citizens | |
You call them riots over here, it' s an exodus | |
We' re done with suffering alone | |
The rightful Kings and Queens are coming for the throne | |
Take us home, listen to us sing these... songs of freedom | |
I' m looking back at times when I never had | |
Never get complacent | |
That made me who I am | |
Look into my eyes so you' ll understand | |
These voices in my head | |
Said we' re sticking to the plan X2 |