Neon Psalms

I been singin’ neon psalms

Since the day the light went gone.

Barstool faith, I hold on strong—

Whiskey choir, sing me home.

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They told me “hurt makes legends,”

I just prayed my pain had leverage.

Had dirt on dreams and debt on credit,

But I kept writin’ hope in the book I bled in.

(Rap mode - Millyz/Gates speed)

Raised in a city with a cornfield jaw,

Where the preachers packed steel and the saints broke laws.

Tattooed truth on the back of my flaws—

Now I speak for the kids that the world just lost.

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I been singin’ neon psalms

Since the day the light went gone.

Barstool faith, I hold on strong—

Whiskey choir, sing me home.

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Mama said “grace comes slow”

So I gave it time but I walked solo.

Tried love, got left, lost hope in a chokehold—

Now the mic is the only thing I know won’t fold.

(Rap burst)

Turn the pain to a melody, fears to a weapon,

All my guilt been buried but my voice still reverend.

I ain’t preachin’ perfection, I’m just speakin’ my section,

Every bar I write is a form of confession.

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If the angels won’t hear me,

Let the jukebox try.

If heaven got a backroom,

That’s where I’ll testify.

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I been singin’ neon psalms

Since the day the light went gone.

Barstool faith, I hold on strong—

Whiskey choir, sing me home.

Sing me home…