Intro I found pages with my name on it, but the pen don’t look like mine. Different strokes, different voices, but the pain still match the line. Verse 1 I got notebooks full of verses that I swear I never wrote — Different slant, different pressure, but the truth still hit my throat. Some cursive, some block, some jagged like a scream — But every page got pieces of the man I used to be. I said, “This gotta be me — but I don’t remember the night,” Like God ghostwrote my breakdown just to bring me to the light. Some lines feel like prophecy, some feel like I was gone — But every one’s a breadcrumb on the path I’m walkin’ on. Hook I don’t remember writin’ that, but it sounds like my soul. Different hand, same spirit — must’ve bled through the coal. If the ink don’t match the moment, but the message still true — Then maybe God was speakin’ when I didn’t have a clue. Verse 2 I found one that said, “All I got is God and His word,” Another said, “My manhood got cut by the girl who flipped the bird.” Another said, “I went to prison on my own damn vow,” And I read it like a stranger but it felt like me somehow. I said, “My life is counterfeit,” but the pain was real as steel, Feelin’ lower than the mud but still reachin’ out to heal. Sinkin’ fast, grabbin’ hands, walkin’ folks through death — That’s the kind of line you write when you got nothin’ left. Bridge So if the handwriting’s different, but the message still divine — Then maybe I was channelin’ a mercy not just mine. Maybe I was broken open so the Spirit could come through — Maybe I forgot the moment ’cause He was writin’ too. Hook I don’t remember writin’ that, but it sounds like my soul. Different hand, same spirit — must’ve bled through the coal. If the ink don’t match the moment, but the message still true — Then maybe God was speakin’ when I didn’t have a clue. Outro So I archive every scribble, every jagged little note — ’Cause even if I don’t recall it, I still feel what I wrote. Felonious ain’t just memory, he’s the movement in the mist — And if I don’t remember writin’ it… I still remember existin’.
