[Instrumental] Who are you—what’s the name you claim, what’s the aim inside your frame? What fuels the lane you ride, what’s the fire you can’t hide? Talk to me— just talk to me. Tell me who you know for real, who you still ain’t met, and whose door your every road is set to get. Talk to me— just talk to me. Tell me what you breathe, what keeps your lungs in motion, the words you choke, the hooks you sing with full devotion. Talk to me— just talk to me. How you crash, how you crawl, how you rise and fly, when you’re scraping sky and when you’re face-down asking why. Talk to me— just talk to me. Scared of the spotlight or scared of the dark? Where’s your power, where’s the scar that left its mark? Talk to me— just talk to me. What revs you up at dawn, what could kill you by tonight, and how to be—or not to be—how to get it right? Talk to me— just talk to me. [instrumental long bridge] Life feels aimless, though the goals stack high, I can read the logic in your reach-for-the-sky. But it’s all dust— it’s all a chasing gust. I’m no shrink, no M.D. on the couch, but you were built to bloom—now you’re a snapped-off slouch. And you’re alone, cold down to the bone. Admit what you won’t confess in the mirror’s frame, for eternity that secret dies with my name. But God sees all— from Him you can’t crawl. Crowds flood the streets, each face a private grief, you’re no exception walking under the same leaf. Jesus is the lift— I’ve tested that gift. I ain’t spinning fairy tales, I ain’t preaching rules, God’s got a blueprint and He unwraps it, detailed jewels. Listen close, don’t flee— the Father loves you deeply. The internet’s got answers for every single plea, but today Jesus Himself hands you the master key. Crack the Book, my friend— crack your heart open wide… [Instrumental Outro]
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