Copyright©️2026 by Omar Rivera Colon. All Rights Reserved. Aye… Listen… If you been tired— If you been praying— If you been waiting on a “someday”… Nah. Today. We some Galdiators… Yeah, we bleed but we don’t break, no… We some Galdi-ator-s… God’s hand on me, I can’t fake, no… They said “quit,” but I leveled up, I was low, now I’m Heaven-touched, I was lost, now I’m covered up, Now we move like the Kingdom come. We some Galdiators… Yeah, we fightin’ for the light, yeah… We some Galdiators… And we walkin’ in the fire like— I was in the dark with a smile on my face, Tryna act strong while I’m losing my faith, Enemy whisper “You stuck in your place,” But the Spirit said “Boy, you was built for the race.” I don’t need validation, I been vindicated, Cross on my back, I’m a different agent, Prayer in my lungs, I’m ventilated, Devil want my soul, I been renovated. Look— I’m not who I was, I’m not what I did, I’m not what they said, I’m not what I hid, I’m not what I fear, I’m not what I miss, I’m blood-washed clean, I’m legit, I’m legit! And if I fall, I fall forward, If I cry, I cry worship, If I bleed, I bleed purpose, If I’m tried, I come out worth it. I been through pain that I never posted, I been through nights I was feelin’ lonely, But God still called me when I was broken, Now I’m outside and my faith still glowing. So I can’t stop now… No, I can’t slow down… If He said “Go,” then I go right now… We some Galdiators… Yeah, we bleed but we don’t break, no… We some Galdiators… God’s hand on me, I can’t fake, no… They said “quit,” but I leveled up, I was low, now I’m Heaven-touched, I was lost, now I’m covered up, Now we move like the Kingdom come. We some Galdiators… Yeah, we fightin’ for the light, yeah… We some Galdiators… And we walkin’ in the fire like— I want the truth, not the trends, not the clout, Not the hype, not the smoke, not the crowd. I want the Word in the streets, in the house, In the heart of the ones who was ready to drown. You can’t cancel a calling, you can’t mute a mission, You can’t bury a seed, you can’t stop a Christian. When the Lion say “MOVE,” that’s a holy decision, And the devil get shook when you change your position. A lot of people talk faith, but they never obey, A lot of people love God, but they still want a stage, A lot of people want peace, but they won’t let it change, So they stay in the loop and they live in the cage. But I’m out. I’m up. I’m clean. I’m cut. I’m disciplined. I’m dangerous. I’m filled with love. And if you feelin’ that pull in your chest, that’s God— Tryna turn you from average to absolute. Yo no camino con miedo, camino con fe, si la noche se pone dura, Cristo me ve. La presión de la calle no me va a romper, porque el que me sostiene nunca va a perder. Me tiraron la mala, pero no me tumbé, yo estaba en el piso y el Rey me levanté. Ahora voy en victoria, no me voy a esconder, si el mundo me grita, yo grito: “¡YO CREO, AMÉN!” I was low, now I rise, I’m alive, I’m a weapon, I’m a step in the storm, I’m the breath in the tension, I don’t move for the hype, I’m the proof of redemption, I don’t fold, I don’t freeze, I don’t break, I don’t bend, I— Pray, then I sprint, then I swing, then I win, Cross on my back, but I’m built like a king, Devil get mad when he see how I sing, I was chained, now I’m free, now the whole world gon’— I know it’s hard when the tears don’t stop, When you gave your best and it still got robbed. When you did right and they did you wrong, And you still gotta smile and keep moving on. But God sees it all… Yeah, God sees it all… And you don’t gotta prove it— Just answer the call. We some Galdiators… Yeah, we bleed but we don’t break, no… We some Galdiators… God’s hand on me, I can’t fake, no… They said “quit,” but I leveled up, I was low, now I’m Heaven-touched, I was lost, now I’m covered up, Now we move like the Kingdom come. We some Galdiators… Yeah, we fightin’ for the light, yeah… We some Galdiators… And we walkin’ in the fire like— If you still breathing… You still chosen. If you still standing… You still called. You not a victim. You not a statistic. You a Galdiators.
