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Tell me…
Whose voice…
have you been listening to?
Because somebody’s lying.
The devil…
never had the authority…
to make you believe anything.
He only had enough deception…
to make you agree.
And agreement…
is where the prison begins.
Before I ever touched the addiction…
the addiction touched my identity.
Before I ever looked at the screen…
I believed I wasn’t seen.
Before I chased pleasure…
I believed I wasn’t worth pursuing.
See…
sin didn’t create the wound…
sin medicated it.
I wasn’t looking for pornography.
I was looking…
to feel wanted.
I wasn’t looking for another high.
I was looking…
to quiet the war in my mind.
I wasn’t running toward darkness…
I was running…
from pain.
The enemy knew…
if he couldn’t destroy me…
he’d distract me.
If he couldn’t steal my salvation…
he’d steal my influence.
If he couldn’t keep me out of Heaven…
he’d keep me from bringing anyone with me.
That’s how he fights.
Not always with destruction…
sometimes…
with distraction.
…
Busy…
but empty.
Connected…
but lonely.
Surrounded…
but unseen.
Smiling…
while bleeding.
Preaching…
while breaking.
⸻
(Beat grows.)
Then Jesus…
didn’t ask me…
where I’d been.
He asked…
if I was ready…
to come home.
…
No shame.
No lecture.
No folded arms.
Just scars…
still carrying my name.
I spent years…
calling myself…
what hell called me.
Addict.
Failure.
Lustful.
Weak.
Dirty.
Then I opened the Bible…
and realized…
He never called me that.
He called me…
son.
He called me…
chosen.
He called me…
forgiven.
He called me…
redeemed.
He called me…
His.
So why…
would I keep introducing myself…
with names…
my Father never gave me?
(Hook)
I won’t bow…
to a voice…
that didn’t die for me.
I won’t wear…
an identity…
that Heaven never wrote.
The blood spoke louder.
The cross spoke louder.
The empty tomb…
settled the argument.
Men…
We’ve been taught…
that strength…
means never crying.
Jesus cried.
We’ve been taught…
that strength…
means never serving.
Jesus washed feet.
We’ve been taught…
that strength…
means winning every fight.
Jesus won…
by laying His life down.
See…
Biblical manhood…
isn’t built on ego.
It’s built…
on surrender.
A man…
standing six feet tall…
means nothing…
if he’s only three inches deep.
God isn’t raising louder men.
He’s raising…
holy men.
Men…
whose wives feel safe.
Whose children know they’re loved.
Whose knees hit the floor…
before their feet hit the ground.
Because hell…
doesn’t panic…
when a man lifts weights.
Hell panics…
when a man lifts his hands.
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(Bridge)
You hear that voice?
“You’ll never change.”
Not Jesus.
“You’ve gone too far.”
Not Jesus.
“God’s finished with you.”
Not Jesus.
“You’ll always be this way.”
Not Jesus.
My Shepherd…
doesn’t sound…
like my accuser.
So if it leads me…
to hopelessness…
I already know…
who’s talking.
⸻
(Final Build)
I don’t belong…
to shame.
I don’t belo
Details
GeneratedJul 25, 2026
Duration3:30
LanguageEnglish
Style
Rap, bold intense, male
Credits
Prompt byQuantumTune294
ModelAria v5.5
