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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
He shine his shoes
Early Sunday mornin
Bible tucked
In his calloused hand
Kids on the stoop
Call him “Deacon Johnson”
“Yessir
Mister”
All across this land
[Chorus]
Deacon on Sunday
Devil on the floor
Bitch
Hand like thunder when she reachin for the door
Bitch
Church say “bless him
” neighbors hear the roar
Bitch
Lord knows mercy
She can’t take it anymore
Bitch
[Verse 2]
Choir robe
Smell like starch and incense
He bow his head
Every time they pray
But in that kitchen
When her voice gets louder
Knuckles answer
What her words might say
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
He quote that scripture
Like a sharpened razor
Twist that verse
Till it fit his shame
She hide her bruises
Under long-sleeve cotton
Whisper
“Jesus
Do you know my name?”
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 12, 2026
Duration3:26
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dusty 60s juke-joint band, live room feel: hollow-body guitar through a small tube amp, walking bass, brushed snare with rimshots. Male vocals, rough and pleading, sit right on the edge of grit. Organ swells answer the vocal phrases, horn stabs on the downbeats. Chorus hits harder with call-and-response backing vocals and a sharp, sinking groove on the “down drop” accents., beats, blues, soul
Credits
Prompt byTHE-GRIM_GEM
ModelAria v5
Prompt
blues, soul 1960s obscure about a black man, a Christian black man who is respected, but when his wife starts to talk, and he starts smacking, and on the down drop beats of the chorus, put bitch
