Crossfire (Remix) Video (MV)

He'd trade his guns for love
But he's caught in the crossfire
And he keeps wakin' up
But it's not to the sound of birds

The tyranny, the violent streets
Deprived of all that we're blessed with

And we can't get enough, no
Heaven if you sent us down
So we could build a playground
For the sinners to play as saints
You'd be so proud of what we've made
I hope you got some beds around
Cause you're the only refuge now
For every mother, every child, every brother
That's caught in the crossfire
For the sin
Who's caught in the crossfire
For the sin
Who's caught in the crossfire
For the sin
Who's caught in the crossfire
Whose ammunition, Whose ammunition, Whose ammunition
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
So Heaven if you sent us down
So we could build a playground
For the sinners to play as saints
You'd be so proud of what we made
I hope you got some beds around
'Cause you're the only refuge now
For every mother, every child, every brother
That's caught in the crossfire!
Who's caught in the crossfire
Who's caught in the crossfire
(Who's caught in the crossfire, baby baby)
Who's caught on the cross