Blockside halo

(Chorus)

I walk with a blockside halo, shadow on my name,

I pray to streetlight altars, every corner knows my frame.

I keep the peace with iron, keep my truth out of the game,

I’m holy where the pavement eats, and grateful for the flame.

(Verse 1)

I rose where fire escapes double as chapters in my book,

I learned to read the silence—every look, every hook.

I give the lost directions, and I take what they refuse,

I stitch my pride from patches, lace it up with darker blues.

I move like sermons move: steady, soft then loud,

I bless the broken windows where the night’s confession’s bowed.

I’m not asking for forgiveness, I just hope they feel my hand,

Because God lives in gutters, and I’m trying to understand.

(Chorus)

I walk with a blockside halo, shadow on my name,

I pray to streetlight altars, every corner knows my frame.

I keep the peace with iron, keep my truth out of the game,

I’m holy where the pavement eats, and grateful for the flame.

(Verse 2)

I break bread with hustlers, sip slow the city’s sins,

I trade smiles for loyalty, collect the small wins.

I watch mothers stitch the future with what little they could spare,

I listen to the angels—sirens humming thin in prayer.

I don’t promise heaven—only safety in the night,

I don’t preach illusion—only courage to ignite.

I fold my heart in pockets where the cold can’t reach the beat,

And teach the young to rise when every step feels like defeat.

(Bridge)

I wear these scars like scripture, tattooed in black and gold,

I call the church of concrete home, where saints are tough and bold.

I’m not above the rumors; I’m the answer in the hush—

When trouble knocks, I’m steady; when kin fall, I’m the rush.

(Chorus)

I walk with a blockside halo, shadow on my name,

I pray to streetlight altars, every corner knows my frame.

I keep the peace with iron, keep my truth out of the game,

I’m holy where the pavement eats, and grateful for the flame.

(Outro)

I am the midnight preacher, cradle of the lost and cold,

I carry every promise that the block could never hold.

So if you pass my corner, lay your burden at my feet—

I’ll bless it with my quiet, make the cracked beneath us sweet.

Porque music

See you when I see you

Otro