(Verse 1) Some folks get off on starting trouble, Messing with hearts, watching plans go under. But the wise read the room, see past the noise, Build bridges, not walls — that’s how grown folks move. (Chorus) Wicked moves hit hard, but they don’t hold, Righteous hands stay steady, stay bold. Wicked burn out fast, like a bad idea, Righteous plant deep and they still stand here. (Verse 2) Like vinegar on a fresh cut, like sand in your eye, That’s dead-end living, watching good things pass you by. But respect for truth puts miles in your stride, While the crooked chase the clock and still come up empty inside. (Chorus) Wicked moves hit hard, but they don’t hold, Righteous hands stay steady, stay bold. Wicked burn out fast, like a bad idea, Righteous plant deep and they still stand here. (Bridge) Keep your eyes on what lasts when the noise drops out, Hold to the good, don’t spin around. Every shady move runs dry, every shortcut breaks, And what’s built on truth is the part that stays. (Chorus) Wicked moves hit hard, but they don’t hold, Righteous hands stay steady, stay bold. Wicked burn out fast, like a bad idea, Righteous plant deep and they still stand here. (Outro) The upright don’t get pushed off course, The wicked leave no trace when the day runs short. Truth comes through clean, plain and clear, But crooked talk falls flat in your ear. The righteous say it straight, no smoke, no spin, And the wicked keep hitting dead ends again and again.
