[Intro – Piano, low organ, calm]
I had to learn this the hard way—
Life and death don’t always look loud.
Sometimes they look
like two thoughts
competing in the same mind.
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[Verse 1]
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I used to think sin was just actions gone wrong,
Didn’t know a mindset could pull you along.
Didn’t know drift don’t need rebellion,
Just comfort unchecked and attention unattended.
Carnal loud, promise relief,
Say, “Do what you feel, don’t dig too deep.”
Spiritual quiet, steady, clear,
Say, “Come this way—I’ll walk you there.”
One mind feed impulse, short-term gain,
The other choose truth even when it strain.
Both got voices, both feel real—
One lead to peace, one slowly steal.
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[Hook – Choir restrained, serious]
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Spiritually minded— that’s life in me,
Not perfect thoughts, but what I choose to feed.
I don’t drift by instinct, I don’t live by ease—
Spiritually minded… I choose to see.
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[Verse 2]
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I learned the Spirit don’t shout me down,
It invite, it warn, it settle me now.
Carnal rush say, “Act first, think later,”
Spirit whisper, “Pause—this matter.”
One mind build, one mind decay,
One look short, one see eternal weight.
And every day I wake up free
To choose which voice gon’ govern me.
I ain’t claimin’ I never sway,
I’m claimin’ I know the way.
When thoughts collide and feelings fight,
I lean toward what bring life.
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[Hook – Choir fuller, steady lift]
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Spiritually minded— eyes on truth,
Even when temptation dressed up cute.
I don’t let impulse choose my way—
Spiritually minded… I choose to stay.
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[Bridge – French Tenor, clear and instructive]
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L’esprit guide vers la vie,
(The Spirit guides toward life,)
La chair promet mais affaiblit.
(The flesh promises but weakens.)
Je choisis ce qui élève,
(I choose what lifts,)
Même quand mon désir se lève.
(Even when desire rises.)
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(Strings hold tension; brass answers softly.)
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[Verse 3 – Spoken-rap, settled doctrine]
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I had to stop pretendin’ neutrality exist.
If I don’t choose the Spirit, something else insists.
Every habit feeds a mindset.
Every mindset builds a direction.
Every direction leads somewhere.
Spiritually minded ain’t floaty talk,
It’s what I reach for when I choose my walk.
What I rehearse, what I justify,
What I let live behind my eyes.
So I check my thoughts like I check my steps,
Ask, “Is this leadin’ to peace—or death?”
Not dramatic—just honest and kind,
I want life, so I guard my mind.
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[Final Hook – Choir + strings, confident resolve]
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Spiritually minded— life I claim,
Not instant relief, but eternal aim.
I set my heart, I train my sight—
Spiritually minded… I choose life.
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French Tenor (held, calm certainty):
🎶 Je choisis la vie.
(I choose life.) 🎶
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[Outro – Piano fades, quiet]
Yeah…
I don’t drift anymore.
I decide.
