[Spoken intro - immediate, husky female voice, no melody] Hold up. WOW. I googled Angie's DIVINE Designs. My MUSIC showed up! Not my crimes. My MINISTRY. Oh, look at God. [Beat drops - rapped hook, clipped and percussive] GOOGLE ME! Look what came up! My music on the screen, had to sit straight up! Not my crimes, my ministry, look at that! God put purpose in the voice they thought they had trapped! WOW! Let that bass line knock! You can't freeze my whole life in an old screenshot! You want my record? Press play on the new one! Look at God! Look at what He's done! [Verse 1 - hard straight rap, stop-start cadence] Typed the name in, thumb hit search, There was my music, there was my work. Had to look twice, then I leaned in close, That's the name I put on the things I wrote. I know my past, I don't duck those facts, I own what I did; I ain't walking it back. But I won't hand shame my future to keep, Or let old mistakes have the final word on me. I got songs now. Got something to say. Got a reason to get up and work every day. God gave me another chance; I put it to use, Turned a page, picked a pen, started telling the truth. Didn't happen from a caption saying, 'I'm changed.' Had to practice that change when nobody praised. Now the work I kept making is there on the screen, And I'm staring at the proof like, 'That right there is ME!' [Spoken aside - dry, beat cuts] Oh, you were looking for the old me? Mm. You might need to update that opinion. [Rapped hook - heavier 808 drop, no singing] GOOGLE ME! Look what came up! My music on the screen, had to sit straight up! Not my crimes, my ministry, look at that! God put purpose in the voice they thought they had trapped! WOW! Let that bass line knock! You can't freeze my whole life in an old screenshot! You want my record? Press play on the new one! Look at God! Look at what He's done! [Verse 2 - aggressive precise rap, dominant solo female] Don't come with that box that you kept for my name, I will not climb back in to keep your story the same. You can know where I've been and respect where I stand, Both can be true. You understand? I'm not selling a story where I never did wrong, I'm the woman doing better with her voice on a song. The music is the message, the message has a use, Somebody needs hope that their life can change too. If you knew every failure, then look at the work, Let the woman I'm becoming have room on this earth. I don't owe you a lifetime of walking head down, I can own my mistakes and still stand my ground. No shrinking my progress to cushion your doubt, No arguing for hours, let the work speak now. This ain't a trophy for being known online, It's seeing something good connected to my name this time. [Breakdown - spoken rhythm over kick and sub] Same name. New work. Real change. Takes work. No spin. No front. Look at God. I'm not done. My past is a chapter; it isn't the whole book. You thought you knew the ending? Take another look. I won't glorify the wrong. I won't hide what I've learned. Got more life to live and more lessons to learn. [Final rapped hook - biggest bass drop, fierce clear diction] GOOGLE ME! Look what came up! My music on the screen, had to sit straight up! Not my crimes, my ministry, look at that! God put purpose in the voice they thought they had trapped! WOW! Let that bass line knock! You can't freeze my whole life in an old screenshot! You want my record? Press play on the new one! Look at God! Look at what He's done! [Spoken outro - firm, amazed, music cuts before signature] I searched my name and found the work I'm doing now. My music. My ministry. Wow. Look at God. [Isolated spoken signature - exact final words, hard stop afterward] Angie's DIVINE Designs.
