[Intro] God Against All Odds... [Turntables Scratching] "T.Y.S.O.N" "Let It Go!" [VERSE 1] [sharp, punchy flow ] I’m going to war with the me that I used to be — pride and greed, the chains holding history. Old habits deep, etched in bone and memory, sin was my comfort, called it “street chemistry”. Thought it was love, thought it was brotherhood in the crew, but many traded truth just to shine a little blue. Hip‑hop culture fed me lies I swallowed whole, said “get rich or die” — never mentioned saving your soul. Black community patterns passed down pain as tradition, normalised the cycle, called it “survival condition”. But I turned the pages where the Ethiopian Canon speaks, found the ancient path where the narrow way don’t weaken knees. Everything I knew got flipped upside‑down, the matrix is loud — but the Spirit drowns it out. [CHORUS] [melodic, soaring , faith‑centre] Against all odds — I fight the self I knew, against the circle, against the lies they call the truth. Break the matrix chains, let the old man fall away, walk by the Word, meet the Lord’s criteria today. Real Iz Rare — so I stand out from the crowd, Holy Canon light cutting through the cloud. [VERSE 2] [heavier, storytelling Flow] They call me traitor ‘cause I question the status quo, say I lost my roots ‘cause I don’t go where the currents flow. I see the devil’s lies woven deep in the songs we sing — glorify the struggle, never tell of the freedom it can bring. Systemic weight used to make me think I had no choice, until I found the ancient scrolls, found my true voice. Birmingham bred, Caribbean blood running hot in my veins, honour the heritage, but leave the bondage in the chains. What looked like normal was just darkness in disguise, blinding the people while the powers feed their lies. I’m tearing down the idols, every altar I once raised, building new foundations where His holy name is praised. [BRIDGE] [raw, spoken then rising] It ain’t easy leaving what you’ve always known. It ain’t easy calling out the ones you’ve called your own. But the Ethiopian Canon don’t bend to what’s popular, the Lord’s criteria ain’t written for the popular. So I keep marching — scars and all — against the odds, answering the call. [CHORUS] [melodic, soaring , faith‑centre] Against all odds — I fight the self I knew, against the circle, against the lies they call the truth. Break the matrix chains, let the old man fall away, walk by the Word, meet the Lord’s criteria today. Real Is Rare — so I stand out from the crowd, Holy Canon light cutting through the cloud. [OUTRO] [beat fades, steel drum lingers, soft gospel vocal] God Against All Odds [Turntables Scratching] "T.Y.S.O.N" [END]
