[Intro] Church bells… 808s… That’s what my soul sound like. [Verse 1] Church bells ringing over 808 thunder, I been six feet close but God pulled me from under. I ain’t holy, I ain’t perfect, I ain’t clean as I look, I got chapters in my life I’d rip out the book. But every scar got a sermon if you listen real close, every tear got a lesson, every grave got a ghost. I was outside wild with a numb-ass heart, turning every blessed day into another false start. I thought money was the answer till the money got cursed, thought revenge felt sweet till the aftermath hurt. Thought women could save me, thought liquor could fade me, thought acting like a monster meant the pain couldn’t break me. But late nights lonely when the crowd disappear, and your own damn conscience pull up in your ear. It said, “Boy, you still breathing for a reason you ignore,” so I got off the floor. [Hook] I hear church bells over 808s, God still calling through my darkest days. I got mud on my knees, got fire in my veins, but I’m walking out different from the way I came. Church bells over 808s, let the blues guitar cry while the whole block pray. I been lost, I been low, I been stuck in my ways, but I hear church bells over 808s. [Verse 2] I don’t need no fake halo, I need real healing, need to sit with my sins till I stop concealing. Need to say, “I was wrong,” without dressing it up, need to empty all this poison from my half-full cup. Growth ain’t pretty, it get ugly as hell, especially when your trauma know your number too well. Old friends call like, “Where you been, bruh?” I say, “Trying not to die or end up pinned up.” I’m building something clean from a dirty foundation, trying to turn pain into generational elevation. Land for my people, peace for my babies, love for my woman, no more living crazy. I want bass in the truck, but peace in the house, want money in accounts without blood in my mouth. I want God in the room when the lights get low, and the strength to say no when the old me show. [Bridge] Ring, bells, ring… over all this pain. Sing, soul, sing… through the mud and rain. Bassline knock, but my heart still prays, church bells over 808s. [Final Hook] I hear church bells over 808s, God still calling through my darkest days. I got mud on my knees, got fire in my veins, but I’m walking out different from the way I came. Church bells over 808s, let the blues guitar cry while the whole block pray. I been lost, I been low, I been stuck in my ways, but I hear church bells over 808s. [Outro] Yeah… Not perfect. Just still here. Still trying.
