P.r[1]D.e // HumbleCore.Rise "He built a throne of mirrors. It cracked the second he looked up." --- [Verse 1 – The God I Made of Me] Every crown I carved—fit only me Polished lies in symmetry My throne was stitched in echoes I liked Nothing could touch me—till the silence spiked A glare, a nod, a flex, a shield A truth I never let be revealed 'Cause weakness was death And death was beneath But pride? It eats What won’t speak grief --- [Pre-Chorus – Hollow Gold] > Who are you without the mask? What if the image was the cage? If you had nothing left to prove— Would you finally move? --- 🖤👁🗨 CHORUS: HumbleCore.Rise (Collapse Mix) 🎶 Fall into the floor — deeper than the throne Crown of ash, now all alone No more mirrors, no more show Just the whisper — “I let go…” Humble is holy. The core is cracked. The pride was power — till it snapped. Now I rise — not high, but true Down in the dirt… I found You. 🎶 --- [Verse 2 – Self-Worship is a Wound with Gold Leaf] I was loud — but never heard Spoke in flex — hid in words I fed my fear through confidence Built a cage with consequence I broke hearts — called it will I lost God — chased the thrill The spotlight burned But never showed The child who still felt overthrown --- [Bridge – Falsetto Hollow Chant] (What if I bowed…?) (…before I broke?) (What if I gave…?) (…before He spoke?) (What if the cracks…) (…were where I grew?) (And being low…) (…was holy too?) --- [Final Chorus – Rise Reversed] 🎶 Fall was first. The gift was last. The fire I feared became the path. Empty hands, no face to hide— I met my King when I laid down pride. He lifted low. He lit the dust. Humble isn't weakness—it’s trust. Now I rise… not to be seen. But to become what grace can mean. 🎶
