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HOOK — “Making Room, Move”
> I’m makin’ room — move,
> Clearin’ out the corners where my shadows grew.
> Turnin’ this heart to an Upper Room,
> Where the flesh taps out and the Spirit breaks through.
> I said I’m makin’ room — move,
> If it ain’t holy, then it can’t stay in the view.
> This body ain’t a prison, it’s a hallway through —
> And the Spirit is the only thing I answer to.
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VERSE 1 — Country Rap, Gritty & Metaphorical
> I been sweepin’ out the places I ain’t touched in years,
> Where the dust of old fears tried to volunteer.
> Where the lies built nests like barnyard crows,
> And the past kept hummin’ like a song I don’t know.
> But I’m cleanin’ house with a holy broom,
> Turnin’ every closed door to an Upper Room.
> Flesh gotta sit down — Spirit gotta stand,
> ’Cause God don’t move in a cluttered man.
> I’m evictin’ every ghost that overstayed,
> Every memory that thought it had rent paid.
> This ain’t spring cleanin’, this is soul renovation —
> Tearin’ down walls for a Spirit elevation.
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PRE‑HOOK — Short, Punchy, Country‑Rap Cadence
> If it don’t lift me, it can’t live here.
> If it don’t free me, it disappears.
> I’m clearin’ out space like a holy groove —
> Tell the old me: move.
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HOOK — “Making Room, Move”
> I’m makin’ room — move,
> Clearin’ out the corners where my shadows grew.
> Turnin’ this heart to an Upper Room,
> Where the flesh taps out and the Spirit breaks through.
> I said I’m makin’ room — move,
> If it ain’t holy, then it can’t stay in the view.
> This body ain’t a prison, it’s a hallway through —
> And the Spirit is the only thing I answer to.
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VERSE 2 — More Poetic, More Elevated, Still Country
> I walk like a woman who’s shed her skin,
> Leavin’ every heavy thing I carried in.
> My ribs feel wide like a chapel door,
> And the wind of God runs the whole first floor.
> Ain’t confined by the bones I’m livin’ in,
> I’m a wildfire breathin’ in a human frame.
> And the Spirit don’t whisper — He rearrange,
> Turn a backwoods heart to a mountain flame.
> I ain’t scared of the empty — I made it holy,
> Cleared out the noise so the truth could know me.
> This ain’t escape — this is transformation,
> Flesh on mute, Spirit on station.
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BRIDGE — Spoken Country Drawl + Rap Undercurrent
> Move…
> Every burden, every bruise — move.
> Every lie I believed — move.
> Every chain that pretends it’s jewelry — move.
> I’m makin’ room for the God that proves
> You ain’t confined when the Spirit moves.
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FINAL HOOK — Bigger, Brighter, Upper Room Lift
> I’m makin’ room — move,
> Clearin’ out the corners where my shadows grew.
> Turnin’ this heart to an Upper Room,
> Where the flesh taps out and the Spirit breaks through.
> I said I’m makin’ room — move,
> If it ain’t holy, then it can’t stay in the view.
> This body ain’t a prison, it’s a hallway through —
> And the Spirit is the only thing I answer to.
Details
GeneratedJun 13, 2026
Duration3:08
LanguageEnglish
Style
eloquent, gritty, poetic, down‑to‑earth, and spiritually loaded.Cadence Mode — “Holy Strut + Street Testimony”Tempo feel: 86–92 BPM, swung, heavy heel‑to‑ground stomp.Tone: Chest‑forward, smoky, confident, like you’re telling the truth with a grin.Breath: Short, sharp inhales between bars — keeps the “click click” tension.Energy curve: Starts gritty → rises to prophetic roar → ends in a victorious strut., female vocals
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