Verse 1 They said no Heaven for a felon, but I walk with saints in my scars. Christian sinner pointing fingers, forgetting mercy’s written in bars. Chains on my name, but I broke them, faith in my chest, still I spoke them. If grace is a gate, I’ll provoke them, open the lock, let the folk in. Hook (Chant) No Heaven for a felon? Then no Heaven for a sinner. If grace is selective, who’s the real beginner? felon in your eyes, but Heaven in my stride. Judge me if you dare, but mercy won’t divide. Verse 2 Courtroom echoes, gavel thunder, but forgiveness don’t go under. Testimony carved in hunger, still I rise, still I wonder. If a sinner can be Christian, then a felon can be forgiven. If the cross was built for burden, then my story’s worth the sermon. Bridge (Call & Response) felon! — Survivor! Sinner! — Revival! Saints! — Arrival! Voices! — The choir! Hook (Repeat, Anthem Style) No Heaven for a felon? Then no Heaven for a sinner. If grace is selective, who’s the real beginner? felon in your eyes, but Heaven in my stride. Judge me if you dare, but mercy won’t divide. Outro (Spoken Word / Testimony) I am the felon in your story, but the saint in my own glory. Heaven ain’t a gate you guard, it’s a song we sing, scarred. No Heaven for a felon? Watch me build it in my art.
