Redemption

Yeah Edge on, halo crooked I used to pray to the mirror, see God in my chain Thought the devil was broke 'cause he dressed me in fame Every verse was a sin, every hook was a lie Sold my soul for the charts, watched my people get high I was baptised in liquor, confession in smoke Mama begged me to listen, I just laughed and I joked Said "I'm good, I'm self-made, I don't need no saviour," While I slept with a Bible just to flex on my neighbours Yeah, I had crosses on gold but no cross on my back Had a crowd screaming "GOAT" while my heart was cracked Every night felt hollow, every win felt fake Smile for the cameras, cry alone wide awake Contracts thick as a Bible, clauses thinner than truth Shook hands with my idols, felt the rot in the booth They clapped for the image, never checked if I breathed I was dying in public, just alive on the feed Then I hit rock bottom in a penthouse suite Surrounded by noise but my soul on mute When the pills stopped working and the money felt thin I heard a whisper cut through all the chaos within "You don't gotta bleed to be loved like this I already paid the price, that's done — you're dismissed." I fell to my knees in designer jeans Tears stained the floor like a crime scene No beat, no booth, no autotune Just me and the truth in a quiet room I said, "Jesus, if You real, I'm tired of the act Take the anger, the ego, all the dirt I attract." No lightning struck, no choir sang Just a weight off my chest and a break in the chain What if the crown ain't diamonds but thorns you accept? What if strength is confessing you're not self-correct? I was loud with my wins, silent when I bled Built an altar to myself, let my spirit go dead They told me "be a god, you don't bow, you don't kneel," But gods don't forgive — and that's how I knew this was real Now I rap for the lost, not the numbers or hype Still edgy, still honest, just a different fight I don't flex scars — I flex grace From a hell-bent road to a saved-by-faith pace I still talk street 'cause that's where I'm from But the King I rep died with His hands still numb Not polished, not perfect, still dust on my shoes Still fighting old habits, still learning to choose Yeah, temptation still whispers when the lights go low Still feel that pull when the crowd says "go." But I ain't chasing applause that fades by the morn' I'm chasing peace I can feel when the stage lights gone I traded clout for a cross I can't put on a chain Traded numb for alive, traded hustle for pain— The kind that heals, not the kind that destroys The kind that builds men, not broken boys They say I sold out — nah, I bought in Traded death for life, that's a hell of a win If you hear this track and it cuts too deep Good — that's the sound of your soul waking up from sleep I was dead in the booth, now I'm alive on the mic I didn't lose my edge — I just changed my life