Sanctuary Secrets

rap, Dark, moody hip-hop / R&B hybrid with male vocals; halftime drum groove, thick sub-bass, and sparse, reverb-soaked piano stabs, Verses ride a low, menacing pocket with intimate close-mic delivery and occasional whispered doubles, Hook opens into melodic rap singing with airy harmonies, organ pads, and layered ad-libs for a conflicted, haunting feel, Subtle choir samples swell in the background on the last chorus for a cinematic, guilty-confession climax, r&b, hip hop

[Intro]
[whispered vocals]
Candles burn
Shadows crawl
Holy words
Dirty thoughts, y’all

[Verse 1]
Dress tight
Halo on tilt
Red lips
Perfume and guilt
She slide in the pew like a warning
Eyes on the pastor performin’
Deacons stare
They forget they wives
Choir robes hide wandering thighs
Bible open
Heart off track
Hands raised high
But his hand on her back

That side room
Where the robes get hung
That’s where the “come to Jesus” songs get sung
Locked door
Cross on the wall
Hymns outside
Inside, freefall

[Chorus]
Sunday sinners in they Sunday best
Hands to the sky, while we bare our flesh
She leave with a baby, not a wedding band
Prayin’ over secrets that the church can’t stand
We break down, bow down, askin’ for grace
But we still doin’ dirt in a holy place
Sanctuary secrets that we all protect
Got a pulpit full of sin we refuse to confess

[Verse 2]
Short skirt
New in town
Usher boy lead her down
He say “sister, let me show you around”
Last pew back where the lights dim down
That dark corner where the choir can’t see
Where whispers turn heavy, then they drop to they knees
Hymn 103 on the page, unread
She learn a different scripture in that church back shed

Nine months later
She sit in row three
Baby in her arms
Whole church wanna see
They gossip in the foyer
Actin’ all pure
But everybody know who was knockin’ at her door
Single mother standin’ like a scarlet sign
But the men that used her all stand in line
Collectin’ communion like they clean inside
But they left her alone with the life they hide

[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
Back of the church, where the moans get hushed
Where the “amen” echoes over stolen touch
They call her temptress, say she led them wrong
But they the ones textin’ her after the song

[spoken]
“Meet me where the lights don’t reach”

Pews creak slow, but the lies move fast
Baby got his eyes and her wounded past
They point at her belly like a burning brand
But they won’t raise the child or even hold his hand

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[Intro] [whispered vocals] Candles burn Shadows crawl Holy words Dirty thoughts, y’all [Verse 1] Dress tight Halo on tilt Red lips Perfume and guilt She slide in the pew like a warning Eyes on the pastor performin’ Deacons stare They forget they wives Choir robes hide wandering thighs Bible open Heart off track Hands raised high But his hand on her back That side room Where the robes get hung That’s where the “come to Jesus” songs get sung Locked door Cross on the wall Hymns outside Inside, freefall [Chorus] Sunday sinners in they Sunday best Hands to the sky, while we bare our flesh She leave with a baby, not a wedding band Prayin’ over secrets that the church can’t stand We break down, bow down, askin’ for grace But we still doin’ dirt in a holy place Sanctuary secrets that we all protect Got a pulpit full of sin we refuse to confess [Verse 2] Short skirt New in town Usher boy lead her down He say “sister, let me show you around” Last pew back where the lights dim down That dark corner where the choir can’t see Where whispers turn heavy, then they drop to they knees Hymn 103 on the page, unread She learn a different scripture in that church back shed Nine months later She sit in row three Baby in her arms Whole church wanna see They gossip in the foyer Actin’ all pure But everybody know who was knockin’ at her door Single mother standin’ like a scarlet sign But the men that used her all stand in line Collectin’ communion like they clean inside But they left her alone with the life they hide [Chorus] Sunday sinners in they Sunday best Hands to the sky, while we bare our flesh She leave with a baby, not a wedding band Prayin’ over secrets that the church can’t stand We break down, bow down, askin’ for grace But we still doin’ dirt in a holy place Sanctuary secrets that we all protect Got a pulpit full of sin we refuse to confess [Bridge] [low vocal register] Back of the church, where the moans get hushed Where the “amen” echoes over stolen touch They call her temptress, say she led them wrong But they the ones textin’ her after the song [spoken] “Meet me where the lights don’t reach” Pews creak slow, but the lies move fast Baby got his eyes and her wounded past They point at her belly like a burning brand But they won’t raise the child or even hold his hand [Chorus] Sunday sinners in they Sunday best Hands to the sky, while we bare our flesh She leave with a baby, not a wedding band Prayin’ over secrets that the church can’t stand We break down, bow down, askin’ for grace But we still doin’ dirt in a holy place Sanctuary secrets that we all protect Got a pulpit full of sin we refuse to confess

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