Easter Sunday On The Block

[Intro]
Pull up in my Sunday fit
Same block, same concrete
Mama say, "boy, don't slip"
Devil out here six feet (uh)
[Verse 1]
Easter Sunday, chrome on the curb
Cross on my chest, hand on my nerves
Pastor say rise, but I already rose
Climbed out the mud, wiped off my clothes
Told God I was tired of the drought
He said "say less," now it flood in the South
Got scars like scripture, read every line
Turned my whole pain to a headline
Family in pews, I was in court
Judge gave years, God gave support
Came back home with the same old rage
Turned that flame to a whole new stage (stage)
[Chorus]
Easter Sunday on the block, we live
Hallelujah in the trap, we thrive (we thrive)
Prayed on my knees, now I stand on mine
Turn that graveyard dirt to a gold bassline
Easter Sunday, still clutch, still pray (still pray)
Hands in the sky, but the bills still stay
If the church don't come to my side of town
Then we gon' bring the church where the shots ring out
[Verse 2]
She walk out the choir, lace and gloss
Gold hoop halo, talk to the boss
Bible in her bag, blade in her boot
Smile like Sunday, heart like the truth
"I was in the club when I heard that hymn
Bass in my chest, felt God in the din
Angels in Air Max, wings in the hood
Heard that voice say, 'girl, you good'"
She still slide through with the kids in tow
Tithes in her purse, stash tucked low
One hand praise, other hand guard
Holy water drip on a cracked front yard (yeah)
[Chorus]
Easter Sunday on the block, we live
Hallelujah in the trap, we thrive (we thrive)
Prayed on my knees, now I stand on mine
Turn that graveyard dirt to a gold bassline
Easter Sunday, still clutch, still pray (still pray)
Hands in the sky, but the bills still stay
If the church don't come to my side of town
Then we gon' bring the church where the shots ring out
[Bridge]
[voices doubled, half-whispered]
Ashes on my J’s, I remember Lent
Forty days hungry, every dollar spent
Now my plate heavy, share it with the fam
Every resurrection started from a slam (slam)
[Chorus]
Easter Sunday on the block, we live
Hallelujah in the trap, we thrive (we thrive)
Prayed on my knees, now I stand on mine
Turn that graveyard dirt to a gold bassline
Easter Sunday, still clutch, still pray (still pray)
Hands in the sky, but the bills still stay
If the church don't come to my side of town
Then we gon' bring the church where the shots ring out (amen)

rap, Aggressive Southern trap, thunderous melodic 808s and menacing piano stabs. Male and female vocals trading close-mic, gritty verses with doubled key phrases on punchlines. Hook stacks both voices in unison, ad-libs panned wide. Sparse intro that explodes when the drums drop, with occasional chopped gospel choir stabs under the chorus for drama.