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[Intro – Spoken over Jon’s piano & a lone trumpet]
I used to pray for a way out.
Now I pray for a way through.
The city still hummin’.
Same brass, same rain, same soul —
just louder.
(Brass riff enters — mournful, then flips joyful.)
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[Verse 1 – Lil Wayne]
I’m the hymn after heartbreak, halo in the half-light,
Piano in the puddles where we danced last night.
I sip forgiveness out a snowball cup,
Every scar on my heart like a gold touch-up.
My city talk French when she talk through horns,
My pain got rhythm, my joy reborn.
Ain’t no choir without dirt on they shoes,
Faith gotta groove, love gotta blues.
I learned to smile in a language of loss,
Took a cross and made a boss.
God don’t talk, He just hum in tune,
And when the beat drop — that’s communion.
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[Hook – Choir + Jon Batiste + Wayne]
🎶
Welcome to Benediction Boulevard,
Where the hurt turned holy, the broken hard.
We don’t kneel ‘cause we down, we kneel ‘cause we stand,
Ain’t nothin’ more divine than a second chance.
🎶
(Jon’s piano fills behind, bright and gospel-lush.)
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[Verse 2 – Lil Wayne]
Every verse a stained glass window, look through it,
See heaven with tattoos, angels that do it.
The halo crooked, the prayer off key,
But the melody perfect — that’s New Orleans to me.
I talk to ghosts, they talk back in time,
Said, “Boy, don’t rhyme for money — rhyme for shine.”
So I wrote this verse on a torn-up pew,
With a horn and a dream and a déjà vu.
Now the rain sound rich, the thunder sound right,
Jon on them keys turn pain to light.
I see grace in graffiti, truth in smoke,
The flood ain’t gone, it just spoke.
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[Bridge – Spoken/Sung with Gospel Choir]
(Wayne over a groove, call-and-response with choir)
Say we bend — (choir: we don’t break!)
Say we fall — (choir: we awake!)
Faith ain’t soft, it’s the hardest art,
Turn that scar into a start.
🎶
Le soleil, encore, mon frère,
Faith still risin’ in the air.
🎶
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[Final Hook – Full Ensemble]
🎶
Benediction Boulevard,
Where the past been washed but the soul still scarred.
Every note a prayer, every beat a brand,
Ain’t nothin’ more human than a second chance.
🎶
(Trumpet solo ascends; piano flourishes under choir harmonies.)
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[Outro – Spoken / Piano & Brass Fade]
The church ain’t the building,
it’s the block that survived.
We don’t wait for Sunday no more —
we praise on sight.
(The horns fade out in slow procession, like a second line walking into the sunrise.)
Details
GeneratedNov 12, 2025
Duration4:33
LanguageEnglish
Style
Trap-jazz with live brass, gospel choir refrains, and French romantic chords under 808s.
Credits
Prompt byMisterV
ModelAria v5
