Verse one: Two brothers, same blood, different scars— One wears gold like it’s armor, the other like it’s bars. Crown on the table, they claw like wolves, “Yo, that’s mine!” “Nah, Dad left it to me—proof!” They swing fists, swing words, swing blame like chains— I step in, voice calm: “Y’all ain’t even seen the game.” They laugh— “Who’re you?” “Just a voice in the storm.” But I know the truth: that crown’s been worn. By greed, by pride, by every lie you told— You think it’s power? It’s just heavy gold. Pre-chorus: They keep fighting, keep bleeding, keep losing sight— I say “listen close—there’s no winner tonight.” Chorus: Crown’s just metal, brothers—just flesh. You built a throne out of anger and stress. God ain’t watching from a distance, He’s here— Whisperin’ soft: “Y’all wrong. Come near.” His Son’s the door, no ticket, no key— Drop the crown, drop the fight, drop the “me.” ‘Cause love don’t divide—it multiplies slow… And right now, He’s callin’—let the whole world know. Verse two: They freeze—eyes wide, fists still clenched. One says “He ain’t real.” The other says “I repent.” I nod, say “Truth don’t need your vote— It just waits. Like a river. Like hope.” Then the air shifts—wind like a sigh— Voice deeper than thunder, warmer than sky: “Boys… you both lost. Crown’s been mine. I gave it to you to share—not to shine. You turned it to war, turned it to chains— But My Son’s the crown that never stains.” They drop to their knees—gold clatters, echoes— No more “mine,” no more “his”—just… “please.” Bridge (spoken, almost prayer): And God says— “I didn’t make you kings. I made you brothers. Now come home.” Chorus (build, harmonies stacking): Crown’s just metal, brothers—just flesh. You built a throne out of anger and stress. God ain’t watching from a distance, He’s here— Whisperin’ soft: “Y’all wrong. Come near.” His Son’s the door, no ticket, no key— Drop the crown, drop the fight, drop the “me.” ‘Cause love don’t divide—it multiplies slow… And right now, He’s callin’—let the whole world know. Outro (fading keys, voice cracking): So they walk off together—no crown, no hate. Just two men, one truth— And a Father who waits.

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