Stephen Amazes Yet Again With Emotionally Charged “Crossfire”


Stephen debuted with his “Remembering Myself” and we knew we were witnessing the beginning of something very special. Stephen further proved this with “Fly Down” and then a chilling cover of Adele’s “Hello.” But damn, he’s really outdone himself with “Crossfire.”

The song comes carefully aimed at the turmoil, the pain, the struggle going on in the world. Stephen’s conversation with his manager really explains the premise, “I kept asking myself, why them and not me?”

About a year ago Stephen and I were sitting next to my pool having introspective conversations about life over glasses of cheap red wine.

I asked him what weight he was carrying and he went on to explain to me that he couldn’t fathom what he did to deserve being born into privilege. All while others were being born everyday into circumstances they stood no chance at surviving.

Some short amount of time later, he shared “Crossfire” with me. “It was a purge of those feelings, that weight” he said.

I think the themes and emotions of the record are more relevant now than ever.

Very proud today, and everyday, of this kid. Hope the world appreciates this one as much as we all do.
Sincerely,

Wade

Lyrics:

He’d trade his guns for love,
But he’s 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 we’re blessed with,
And we can’t get enough

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,
Cuz you’re the only refuge now,
For every mother, every child, every brother,
That’s caught in the Crossfire

I’d trade my luck to know,
Why he’s caught in the crossfire,
And I’m here wakin’ up,
To the sun and the sound of birds,
Society’s anxiety,
Deprives of all that we’re blessed with,
We just cant get enough

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,
Cuz you’re the only refuge now,
For every mother, every child, every brother,
Who’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 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,
Cuz you’re the only refuge now,
For every mother, every child, every brother

Who’s caught in the crossfire,
Who’s caught in the crossfire,
Who’s caught in the crossfire,
Who’s caught on the cross…

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