

Prompt / Lyrics
(Soft. Air in the mic.) Lost in the cycles… Pray for all my rivals… (soft falsetto harmony under this line) It’s time we turn towards the .. Bible… (lift slightly) God forgives… (hold it — let it breathe) (Beat thins out) … but I don’t. (deep, almost whispered) Lost in survival … Pity all my idols… (slight crack — disappointed tone) Hands on the Bible… God forgives… (longer hold) (Full bar pause — instruments drop) … but I don’t. (low octave double under it, reverb tail) ⸻ 🎤 Verse 1 I been stuck between who I was, and who I’m meant to be Breaking generational curses that was sent to me Mama said “let it go,” but resentment still cemented deep Smile for the world, but inside it feels like penalties Every loss a lesson, I just carry it differently Some nights I forgive, other nights it still gets to me Told God take the weight, but I hold it mentally Say I’m healed out loud, but still hurting silently Outgrew who I looked up to — that was humbling Watched the ones I fed switch sides, now it’s puzzling Clutching on my pride like it’s something that’s protecting me But maybe that’s the chain that’s disconnecting me They don’t see the tears when the lights low They just see the strength when the mic glow I pray for peace, but my heart cold Trying to let it go… but I don’t ⸻ 🎤 Verse 2 (Providence Nights) Providence nights, cold wind through the corridor Streetlights flicker like my faith when I’m at war with God Sirens in the distance echo off the reservoir Learned young love don’t last — it just leave a scar Same blocks, same pain, different faces though Watched loyalty switch quicker than the seasons go Had to cut ties with the ones I needed most Now it’s solo dinners staring at the ceiling ghosts I remember praying broke, asking God for clarity Now I’m up a little, still battling my charity Hard to show mercy when betrayal was the therapy Every scar a receipt — pain wrote the narrative They see “one of one,” they don’t see the sacrifice They don’t see the nights I was fighting darker appetites Temptation whispering, almost took a darker path Pride in my chest like armor made of shattered glass I know revenge ain’t righteous — that’s the truth But forgiveness feel like losing when there’s bleeding proof So I wrestle with the scripture and my attitude… Ask God to soften me — but I don’t move ⸻ 🎵 Hook repeats — softer first half, louder second half for climax. God forgives… (longer hold) (Full bar pause — instruments drop) … but I don’t. (low octave double under it, reverb tail)
Tags
Post malone, Lil Tjay, rap, trap, hip hop
3:06
No
2/26/2026