Verse 1
Some of this war isn’t even about you,
it’s written deep in your family name.
You’re fighting giants your mama never faced,
breaking weapons your father never tamed.
You’re praying through patterns older than time,
echoes that lived in your blood and your bones.
No wonder your chest feels tight in the night,
you’re wrestling an army, standing alone.
Pre‑Chorus
But you don’t live like they lived before,
God touched your heart and opened the door.
Chorus
You are the interruption in the bloodline,
the holy “no more” in your family tree.
This isn’t pressure, this is purpose,
He put the sword of obedience in your reach.
Not to be perfect, just willing and standing,
refusing to pass down the pain that you received.
Put on the armor, future hearts are watching,
the chain stops here, and it stops with you.
Verse 2
You feel the weight every time you forgive,
like you’re lifting a house with your bare hands.
But every “yes” when your flesh wants “no”
writes a new story across the land.
You break addiction with midnight prayers,
you break the silence by telling the truth.
You break abandonment just by staying,
showing your children what love can do.
Pre‑Chorus
Heaven saw every tear you cried,
God said, “This battle ends in your life.”
Chorus
You are the interruption in the bloodline,
the holy “enough” in your history.
This isn’t pressure, this is purpose,
He put the sword of obedience in your reach.
Not to be flawless, just faithful and breathing,
choosing His promise over what they used to do.
Put on the armor, future names are waiting,
the chain stops here, and it stops with you.
Bridge
Belt of truth, hold me together,
breastplate of righteousness over my heart.
Shoes of peace as I walk through the fire,
shield of faith when the arrows start.
Helmet of salvation over my mind,
sword of the Spirit in my hand.
I’m not alone, I’m not abandoned,
God and my bloodline both say, “Stand.”
Final Chorus
I am the interruption in the bloodline,
the chosen break in the tragedy.
This isn’t pressure, this is purpose,
Heaven decided it ends with me.
Not to be perfect, just steady and praying,
writing new chapters my children can run through.
Wrapped in His armor, I keep on declaring,
the chain stops here, and it stops with You.
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