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[Intro – Batiste piano riff and street ambience]
Sunrise on Charbonnet.
Cold air smell like jasmine and diesel.
Somebody sweeping front steps in 4/4 time.
That’s the first prayer of the day.
(Drums kick in — slow shuffle with snare ghost notes.)
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[Verse 1 ]
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Count my rosary in red brick dust,
Each stone a story, each scratch a trust.
Mama said faith ain’t somethin’ you wear,
It’s somethin’ you carry when the world ain’t fair.
Got a saint on my chain, he look like me,
Halo crooked, but the soul still free.
Say my Hail Marys on the corner beat,
Tap the cross where the sidewalk meet.
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[Hook – Choir + Batiste harmonies]
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Concrete rosary, pray where you stand,
Dust on my fingers, hope in my hand.
Every crack got a hallelujah sound,
Heaven ain’t up — it’s underground.
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[Verse 2 ]
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The block my cathedral, paint peelin’ gold,
Every verse a votive, every breath bold.
I don’t kneel on pews, I kneel on curbs,
And still get forgiveness in the same few words.
I seen angels in Aprons, cookin’ red beans,
Heard God in a horn solo split between scenes.
The streets been holy since the drums was born,
You ain’t lost your way — you just been reborn.
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[Bridge – Batiste sings soft in French, gospel organ swells]
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Tu es là, même dans la poussière,
You are here, even in the dust.
Mon Dieu, la terre te chante,
My God, the earth still sings of You.
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(Trumpet echoes like a choir response.)
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[Hook – Full Band Return ]
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Concrete rosary, born from pain,
Prayer in the pothole, grace in the rain.
Don’t need no robe, just a heart that beat,
Each chain clink a saint on repeat.
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(Batiste adds syncopated piano stabs and a second-line swing.)
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[Verse 3 – Spoken/Sung Reflection]
I ain’t perfect. But I’m purpose.
The streets taught me that faith don’t float — it walks.
You trip, you fall, you get up swingin’.
That’s a prayer too.
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I count my rosary in rhymes I spit,
Each one a stone God ain’t done with yet.
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[Final Hook – Choir & Batiste Rise in Harmony]
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Concrete rosary, built on pain,
Shine through dust, survive the rain.
We ain’t just pray — we prove it, see,
Every beat a blessing, every block a bead.
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[Outro – Batiste Piano Solo + Street Sounds]
(Faint children laughing, birds waking, horn warming up.)
Morning light hit the sidewalk like a stained-glass window.
That’s how you know God still got a studio in the city.
(Soft trumpet fade — the last note hangs like a hallelujah.)
Details
GeneratedNov 12, 2025
Duration3:16
LanguageEnglish
Style
Piano riff + 808 drum groove + hand claps + muted trumpet + children’s choir sample + organ under the bass.
Credits
Prompt byMisterV
ModelAria v5
