Hands On The Ceiling

[Verse 1]
I been duckin' calls
Missed texts, missed dreams, missed meaning
But you still ring my heart
Like it’s set to your timing, not my screening
Talk in my head like
"Boy, why you run from the light you keep needing?"
I talk back soft like
"Look, I would come, but I’m tired of bleeding"
Everybody postin' blessings
Like they shopping them on sale this season
I been staring at the ceiling
Like, if you hear me, give me one reason
Why you let mama cry
Why you left dad stuck on that bottle
Why you gave me this drive
With a heart full of brakes and a half-broke throttle
[Chorus]
So I’m just talkin' to God
Face up to the paint on the ceiling
Hands up, sayin' "I’m flawed"
You answer in a silence that’s healing
I don’t need a sign in the sky
Just a little more faith when I’m reeling
Yeah, I’m just talkin' to God
Till the hurt in my chest starts peeling
[Verse 2]
I know I said I’d change
Said that last Lent, last fall, last weekend
Break a bad habit, break it again
Guess I love what be breakin' my freedom
You say grace runs deep
But my guilt run deeper than that sometimes
You say, "Son, just speak"
But my throat lock up when I cross that line
I seen prayers answered
In ways that I ain’t ask or imagine
Like doors slam shut
Then a window pop open in the back, all random
Is it random though?
Or you stitching all the pain to a pattern
'Cause I been tryna see your plan
But the picture keep breakin' and shatterin'
Still I press send on my thoughts
Like late-night voice notes to heaven
Ramblin', rantin', confessin'
Then chill when the weight start lessenin'
[Chorus]
So I’m just talkin' to God
Face up to the paint on the ceiling
Hands up, sayin' "I’m flawed"
You answer in a silence that’s healing
I don’t need a sign in the sky
Just a little more faith when I’m reeling
Yeah, I’m just talkin' to God
Till the hurt in my chest starts peeling
[Bridge]
If I fall again, you there? (you there?)
If I call again, you care? (you care?)
If I doubt in the dark, you stay?
Or you done with the kid who stray?
[Chorus]
So I’m just talkin' to God
Face up to the paint on the ceiling
Hands up, sayin' "I’m flawed"
You answer in a silence that’s healing
I don’t need a sign in the sky
Just a little more faith when I’m reeling
Yeah, I’m just talkin' to God
Till the hurt in my chest starts peeling

rap, Moody boom-bap with roomy drums, warm sub, and sparse piano stabs. Male vocals in an intimate, almost spoken cadence on verses, choruses more melodic with stacked low harmonies. Subtle choir pad swells on hook to hint at gospel, then drop back to dry vocal and kick for confessional moments; final chorus adds airy ad-libs and a slightly wider stereo field for a lifted, prayerful close.