Intro _"I don’t preach from pulpits—I preach from pressure. Every shift, every burn, every plate is a prayer."_ Verse 1 I clock in with a prayer on my breath, Grease poppin’ like the weight of death. I move through heat with a quiet step, Every plate I serve got a piece I kept. I ain’t just cookin’—I’m holdin’ the line, Feeding my kids while I sharpen the spine. Faith in my hands, pain in design, Still I rise like the steam in the brine. I see my struggle in the pots I scrub, In the late-night grind, in the lack of love. I see my story in the kitchen glove, In the way I flip pain into push and shove. I don’t need praise, I just need peace, I just need time where the noise can cease. I just need space where my soul release, Where the heat don’t burn but the work increase. Hook (Melinoe) These are my kitchen psalms, whispered in flame, Written in silence, carved in my name. I stir with hope, I serve with grace, I pray through motion, I fight through space. Verse 2 I see my wife in the way I plate, Balance and beauty in every weight. She the calm when the orders inflate, She the reason I don’t hesitate. My daughters laugh in the sizzle and smoke, My son stay quiet, but he never broke. I teach through rhythm, I preach through stroke, I build through labor, I speak in oak. I don’t just feed—I restore the soul, I lace each dish with a silent goal. I move with purpose, I don’t patrol, I walk with God through the grease and coal. I ain’t just working—I’m writing a scroll, Of a man who gave heat a deeper role. Of a man who turned grind into gospel toll, And made the kitchen his heart and whole. Bridge (Melinoe – spoken) _"He don’t say much, but he move like truth. Every step a sermon. Every breath a proof."_ Hook (Melinoe – repeat) These are my kitchen psalms, whispered in flame, Written in silence, carved in my name. I stir with hope, I serve with grace, I pray through motion, I fight through space. Outro (Crazynapz – spoken) _"I don’t need a mic to speak my soul. I don’t need a stage to play my role. I built this gospel in grease and gold. These are my psalms. This is my scroll."
