(Intro — preacher voice over choir hums)
“ADHD… they call it disorder.
But in the Kingdom, it’s divine wiring.
Restless souls, restless minds —
Always Destined, Heaven’s Design.”
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[Verse 1]
One time for the ones prayin’ on my downfall (yeah)
Two times for the saints in the South Shore hall (woo!)
Three times for the trolls with no faith,
Throwin’ shade online, scared to show face.
Four times for the nights when it all cracked,
Five times for the prayers mama called back.
Six times for the kids like me, ADHD,
Always Destined, Heaven’s Design — royalty!
Kidnap sin like ISIS (gone!)
Turn the whole world to a Christ list (woo!)
Walkin’ through the Chi with a light stick,
Demons paranoid, they don’t like this.
Slept on the couch in the projects (whoa)
Now I’m in the Spirit with the Son, flex (yeah)
Devil throwin’ stones, but I’m steppin’,
Hit ’em with the Word till they jumpin’.
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[Hook]
One time for the saints who ain’t fall off (yeah)
Two times for the block that was too raw (woo!)
Three times for the cops when they chased me,
Now I’m free — God’s grace is what saved me.
Four times for the prayers in the projects (woo!)
Five times for the angels who protect (yeah!)
Six times for the kids like me — ADHD,
Heaven wrote the code, can’t cheat!
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[Verse 2]
Me and my people need a couple sermons (woo!)
Double homicide — kill sin, close curtains.
What’s beef? Brothers dyin’ in the street,
Mama cryin’ while the devil eats.
What’s peace? Leave it in the past,
Let the Lord heal, broken chains don’t last.
John Wick with the scripture, precision,
Holy Ghost flame in the mission.
Obvious, God got the audience,
Spirit move stronger than the politics.
I was broke, now I’m free, that’s egregious,
Devil mad, but I walk with Jesus.
Took my pain, flipped it righteous,
South Side saints, we ignite this.
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[Hook 2]
One time for the Grammy I ain’t got yet (nah)
Two times for the souls I ain’t caught yet (woo!)
Three times for the crimes I committed,
But He washed me clean, thank God I’m acquitted.
Four times ‘cause I’m Kingdom’s bastard-turned-master,
Five times gold with the Pastor’s chapter.
Six times for the beats and the rhymes,
Forget the streets and the crime,
Keep the peace like a waistline (woo!).
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[Outro — Chant w/ Choir]
HOLY CRISIS! HOLY CRISIS! (yeah!)
Raised from the block, made righteous!
HOLY CRISIS! HOLY CRISIS! (woo!)
South Side light, God’s brightest!
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