[Intro] Yeah People ask, “We been fasting—why You actin’ like You don’t see?” “Why we low on purpose and still feel like nobody’s watchin’?” But it ain’t a performance, and it ain’t for the crowd Let me tell you what a real fast sounds like [Verse 1] You skip a meal, but you still in the same old mess Still on petty beef, still tryna flex on stress Still clockin’ work, still runnin’ folks dry Still got your fists up, then you askin’ God, "why?" You bow your head like that alone makes you holy Cloth, ashes, posture—man, that move ain’t the whole story If the fast just feeds your ego, it’s a costume, not a cure If your heart ain’t changin’, all that hunger ain’t pure [Hook] This is the fast I chose Break the chains, let the burden go Open your hand, let the hungry know Cover the one out in the cold This is the fast I chose Stop the noise, stop the finger-point show Pour yourself out where the hurting go That’s when the light starts to break through slow Ohhh [Verse 2] Loose the bands of wickedness, cut every tie Let the oppressed breathe easy, let the heavy load slide Break the yokes off the backs that been bent too long Stop buildin’ your comfort on somebody else’s wrong Share your bread when you got it, don’t keep it locked up Let the poor into your house, don’t keep your heart shut See the naked, then cover ’em, no lookin’ away Treat your own like your own, that’s the move for the day When you take the pointin’, the lying, the slick talk out When you stop feedin’ hunger and stop leavin’ folks out Then your morning comes fast, like the sun hit steel Your health comes back up, and the wound starts to heal Mmm [Hook] This is the fast I chose Break the chains, let the burden go Open your hand, let the hungry know Cover the one out in the cold This is the fast I chose Stop the noise, stop the finger-point show Pour yourself out where the hurting go That’s when the light starts to break through slow Ohhh [Bridge] You call, He answers; no games, no delay “Here I am,” right there in the middle of your day But first, let the yoke get dropped to the floor Let the vain talk end at the door If you give your soul to the hungry, really feed the ache Even in the dark, your noon-day still gon’ break Guided every step, fed when the drought run dry Like a garden that keeps growin’ when the river’s gone by [Verse 3] Then old blocks get rebuilt, old gaps get mended Broken roads get a name, and the damage gets tended Generations got a place where the path went thin Now you the one patchin’ up what was torn back then Call you repairer, restorer, the one who stays On the holy day, don’t chase your own ways Treat that day like a gift, not a side task Honor the One who gave it, don’t just talk fast Then you’ll ride high places, not by your own grind But by the promise spoken, stamped in real time Fed with the heritage, the blessing handed down That’s not a rumor, that’s a word that holds ground Ohhh [Outro] So don’t ask, “Why You not listenin?” Ask what kind of fast you livin’ If it don’t free the bound and feed the weak It ain’t the kind of faith that you can speak But when you pour yourself out and love for real Watch how the dark gets split, Watch how the wounds start to heal
