Lyrics: Lin-Manuel Miranda
Music: Lin-Manuel Miranda
Producer: Mike Elizondo/Lin-Manuel Miranda/Eisa Davis
So if you can ID him
Then take me to see him
Let's go
The murderer who tries to kill a dream
Is closer than you think
He wants to see our faces
The damage is his kink
If any of us make it back to Coney
He'll be there to knock us down
He doesn't feel a thing
Unless he's watching something drown
But you can't kill an idea whose time has come
Come to the point where they kill everything you believe in
You lead your army to the Major Deegan and start speeding, vrrm, vrrm
He's on our turf
He's waiting for us on our turf
Our one little corner of turf
But he'll never kill, the part that is real
The dream that reveals
It's all our turf
Every side of the city, let's ride through the city
And somewhere in the city, my crew's in a fight
They're trying to get home and surviving the night
And they deserve a city where they'd be alright
Where they all come home alive
And someday in the city, we won't have to run
Each time somebody broken gets ahold of a gun
Breathe easy every night, knowing we'll see the sun
When we all come home alive
Someday in the city, our music will play
We'll wander through the city as light as the day
And nothing is impossible, making our way
Back home alive
Survive tonight
Recording Assistant: Alex Wilder/Erica Block
Keyboard: Lin-Manuel Miranda
Drums: Abe Laboriel Jr.
Piano: Philip Towns
Vocals: Alex Boniello/Aneesa Folds/Colman Domingo/Joshua Henry/Kurt Crowley/Owen Panettieri/Timothy Hughes
Bass: Mike Elizondo
Electric Guitar: Jonny Fung
Supervisor: Craig Kallman/Craig Rosen/Lin-Manuel Miranda/Nas
Artist Production Coordinator: Pete Ganbarg/Riggs Morales
Mastering Engineer: Chris Gehringer
Recording Engineer: Justin Francis
Vocal Recording Engineer: Andrew Keller/Joey Raia
Drum Programming: Lin-Manuel Miranda/Mike Elizondo
Vocal Recording: Kurt Crowley
Mixing Engineer: Justin Francis