Heaven Is Lit

[Intro]
I need love, I need peace
I need every missing piece
From the mud to the myth
From the block to the bliss (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Had my back to the wall
Hands up, yelling, “Where you at?”
Empty fridge, heavy heart
Same hoodie, same trap
Mama praying in the kitchen
Eyes red, but her faith strong
I was swimming in the liquor
You was with me all along
Car almost flipped
Heard metal start to scream
But I walked out breathing
Like you shook me from a dream
I was tryna chase clout
You was tryna chase me
Now it’s Bible on the dash
While I’m driving to the beat
[Chorus]
Heaven is lit, yeah
My Father in Heaven, I’m calling you quick, yeah (calling you quick)
I need love, I need peace in the middle of this, yeah (middle of this)
I need everything you promised when I’m feeling like I’m slipping
‘Cause the hood so cold but your grace still hits different
Heaven is lit
My Father in Heaven, you hearing this kid
I need love, I need peace, I need all that you give
I was lost in the smoke
Now I’m breathing to live
[Verse 2]
I remember that night
Blue lights hit the window
Boys ran, one caught
I just froze in the shadow
Could’ve been me cuffed
Could’ve been me gone
But you cracked that dawn
Put a purpose in a song
Now it’s “God over gang”
Written sharp on my skin
Still walk where I’m from
But I move like a king
I ain’t perfect, I slip
Still talk with a chip
But when pride start to rise
You remind me, “Repent”
[Chorus]
Heaven is lit, yeah
My Father in Heaven, I’m calling you quick, yeah (yeah)
I need love, I need peace in the middle of this, yeah
I need everything you promised when I’m feeling like I’m slipping
‘Cause the hood so cold but your grace still hits different
Heaven is lit
My Father in Heaven, you lifting this kid
I need love, I need peace, I need all that you give
From the block to the throne
You the reason I live (live)

rap, Dark, cinematic trap gospel with deep male vocals; sparse piano stabs over booming sub-bass and tight, swung drums. Hook explodes with layered, chant-style backing vocals and long reverb tails; verses stay close and dry in the ear, raw and confessional. Occasional choir pads rise in the background on key lines to feel like the sky opening, then drop back to a gritty, head-nod pocket., deep