Texty:
Midnight Youth A New Day

the dawning of a new day. {chorus} And just one voice could move us, from the ground, up to the sky. And this dream of a new day will grow more one

's signed up as a soldier out to play the music game There are fake patches on his jacket He's used bleach to fade his jeans With a brand new stay pressed

to me I'm a thug; thugs, we praise Black Jesus, all day) Young Kadafi in this bi**h, set it off ni**a.. What? [Kadafi] I do my shootin's on a knob,

? Weaving promises in our hair A mask like a million dollars Sign of the times plastic skin Eyes too blue not to be new Like two of a kind But what's

to me I'm a thug; thugs, we praise Black Jesus, all day) Young Kadafi in this bi**h, set it off ni**a.. What? [Kadafi] I do my shootin's on a knob,

to me I'm a thug; thugs, we praise Black Jesus, all day) Young Kadafi in this bi**h, set it off ni**a.. What? [Kadafi] I do my shootin's on a knob,

And though our youth has elapsed something silently unlocked our hearts The nightingales sing for us about the plans and the new day that comes And like a

me I'm a thug; thugs, we praise Black Jesus, all day) Young Kadafi in this bi**h, set it off ni**a.. What? [Kadafi] I do my shootin's on a knob, prayin