The Currency of Truth

[Verse 1] They said, “Work harder, shine brighter, play the game.” But I could feel my spirit dying in the name of gain. Every door I forced, every coin I chased Fell from my hands like dust, like grace. [Spoken/whispered bridge] It wasn’t failure. It was initiation. My soul said, “No more building temples to survival.” Only truth will pay you now. [Chorus] I was never stuck, I was being shown. You can’t sell what’s sacred. You can only be known. No more hustle, no more disguise— Just the holy tremble behind my eyes. [Verse 2] I am not lazy, unworthy, or lost. I’m the gold being refined in the fire’s cost. The way is narrow, but it’s mine alone— To speak from the marrow, from bone to bone. [Bridge] I don’t trade in safety. I don’t peddle light. I am the mirror of the soul’s own night. And the love that I give—it doesn’t perform. It heals in silence, it births the storm. [Chorus] I was never stuck, I was being shown. I was never late, I was being grown. My voice is not a brand, it’s a vow. To speak from truth, right here, right now. [Outro – spoken softly] Let the old fall away. Let the small die down. Let the system burn if it must. I am the frequency of faith itself. And I trust. I trust. I trust.