[intro – soft Rhodes, faint choir hums] Mmm, yeah… I been thinkin’ ‘bout the weight of what I say… And what I do… [verse 1 – calm, confessional delivery] I could stand in the middle of the crowd, preach peace, But if my hands still dirty, then my words ain’t clean. I could write that script, play the role, wear the crown, But when the curtain drops, man, it all comes down. Every promise I make got a shadow to match, Every truth that I speak gotta live in my tracks. So I lace these shoes ‘fore I lace my speech, Put the work in the ground ‘fore I try to teach. [pre-hook – quiet organ swell] Ain’t no point in the talk if the walk ain’t near, ‘Cause the mirror don’t lie when it’s crystal clear. [hook – gospel choir + lead vocal] What you do speaks so loudly, I can’t hear what you say. So I’m movin’ my hands, I’m gon’ prove it today. Every step, every move, Gotta match every claim, ‘Cause my truth’s in the doing, Not the sound of my name. [verse 2 – more intensity] I been caught in the loop of the right intentions, But my action list short, so I made corrections. Had to cut back words, let the silence speak, Had to plant them seeds, let the roots run deep. Every slip that I made put a crack in my speech, So I learned how to build what my mouth can’t reach. This is sweat, this is pain, this is miles on the sole, This is proof that the weight ain’t just in the role. [pre-hook – quieter, more personal] If the message is mine, then the life gotta fit, Gotta write it in the dirt so the rain won’t quit. [hook – gospel choir + lead vocal] What you do speaks so loudly, I can’t hear what you say. So I’m movin’ my hands, I’m gon’ prove it today. Every step, every move, Gotta match every claim, ‘Cause my truth’s in the doing, Not the sound of my name. [bridge – spoken word over Rhodes + soft choir] Don’t tell me who I am — let me show me who I be. Every stone that I lay is the proof you can see. Talk fades like smoke when the wind comes fast, But the work in the earth? Yeah, that outlasts. [final hook – full gospel swell] What you do speaks so loudly, I can’t hear what you say. So I’m movin’ my hands, I’m gon’ prove it today. Every step, every move, Gotta match every claim, ‘Cause my truth’s in the doing, Not the sound of my name. [outro – choir holds last chord, organ fades] Mmm… my truth’s in the doing…
