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Intro (spoken / low beat fade-in)
All the problems of life come from the heart…
That’s why you guard it more than anything.
All the problems of life come from the heart,
that’s why you guard it heavy, even more than your scars.
One spark turn conviction into flame,
starting fires God ain’t light, still calling it “growth” or “pain.”
But God is God, had the plan from the start,
before I knew my role, before I fractured my parts.
Problems weren’t curses, they were calls to my knees,
pulling real prayers out my chest, not the ones said with ease.
Changed my posture, changed my aim,
new attire for the soul, not just hiding the stains.
Fear had me quiet, pride had me wired,
till I learned pressure only burns what ain’t fire.
So I guard my heart, yeah I guard it close,
‘cause what you hold too tight is what you lose the most.
I stopped asking God for what I want,
started asking Him to show me who I’m not.
If I gain the world but my soul go broke,
what’s the win in that? Tell me what it cost.
So I give Him my heart, every scar, every part—
yeah I give Him my heart, yeah I give Him my heart.
Back when I was homeless, I was praying prayers,
but they wasn’t fervent, they was halfway there.
Mouth full of words, heart still guarded,
faith on the surface, pain still bottled.
Only when I bowed as a bondservant to the Son,
did my prayers get weight, like they couldn’t be outrun.
Burned by the sun, nowhere left to run,
that’s when honesty showed up and the real work begun.
No safety net, no tether, no disguise,
just me and my God under open skies.
Felt trapped between the sun and the Son of Man,
both powerful enough to end who I am—
but only one could make death holy,
only one could hold me slowly.
So I guard my heart, yeah I guard it close,
‘cause what you hold too tight is what you lose the most.
I stopped asking God for what I want,
started asking Him to show me who I’m not.
If I gain the world but my soul go broke,
what’s the win in that? Tell me what it cost.
So I give Him my heart, every scar, every part—
yeah I give Him my heart, yeah I give Him my heart.
‘Cause even when you got nothing,
you might still be holding something.
And even when you gave “everything,”
your heart might still be bluffing.
Some still gripping pieces they don’t wanna release,
telling God “You got most of me, just let me keep this.”
But partial surrender ain’t faith, it’s delay,
it’s fear dressed up in scripture, tryna sound okay.
He want the whole thing—yeah, I know it’s a risk,
but what’s a soul worth if you don’t trust Him with it?
What’s the profit in applause, or a name that’s known,
if you standing on a stage but dying alone?
So I trust Him with my heart, through blood, through regret,
through repentance, through nights I ain’t proud of yet.
Redemption ain’t cheap, it was paid in full,
not by my effort—by mercy that pull
So I give it to God before it breaks in my hands,
‘cause it wasn’t built to hold itself—
it was built to be placed
in the hands
that never stopped reaching.
Details
GeneratedJan 22, 2026
Duration3:17
LanguageEnglish
Style
Black male, 88 bpm, hip hop, heavy 808, warm kicks, snares slightly late, hi hats brushed, trap, light guitar, rap
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