Josiah the Toughest

Josiah, the toughest, stone-slingin' prodigy,

Hands dirty, palms gritty, scars read his odyssey.

Heart heavy, soul steady, faith cut like a guillotine,

Enemies scatter, he commands the guillotine.

Slingshot precision, no Goliath too colossal,

Armor too loose, so he fights in his apostle.

Courage in his chest, sharper than a lion's tooth,

Wrestles with the shadows, still standing in the truth.

Josiah, the kid with the aim of a king,

Every rock he slings got the heavens to sing.

No crown on his head, just the fight in his soul,

Josiah, the toughest, he was born to be bold.

Streets of Judah, his battleground of grind,

Hustle in his spirit, can't no chains confine.

A shepherd with a vision, wolves circlin' his flock,

But he leads with conviction, turns the key in the lock.

No harp, just the hum of the city in his veins,

Fighting uphill battles, breaking generational chains.

Stood tall when the giants came stormin' his land,

Faith in his pocket, a smooth stone in his hand.

They said, "Kid, you'll fall," but he turned the tide,

Giant steps forward, ain't no place to hide.

Rivers of doubt tried to pull him down,

But Josiah walks steady, with a heavenly crown.