(Beat drops — slow country guitar riff, warm vinyl crackle, deep kick drum. Spoken like testimony.) Intro (spoken) I came from red clay and Sunday prayers, but I’ve danced with angels and ghosts in the same breath. You can call it contradiction — I call it being alive. I’ve fallen, I’ve risen, and I ain’t done yet. ⸻ Verse 1 (half-sung, half-rap) There’s a preacher in my bloodline, and a rebel in my bones. I’ve been holy, I’ve been reckless, chasin’ peace and payphones. Got dirt under my nails, and starlight in my veins — I’ve walked through hell with a smile just to learn love by its name. ⸻ Chorus (sung — country gospel hook) ’Cause I’m dirt and stardust, wild and divine. I ain’t perfect, but baby, I’m perfectly aligned. With the heartbreak, the healing, the thunder, the calm — I’m the storm and the stillness, the sinner and the psalm. ⸻ Verse 2 (spoken-rap) I’ve been broke and unbroken, been quiet and loud. Been a whisper in the wilderness, and a voice in the crowd. They tried to name me crazy, tried to call me too much — but I was born for the lightning, not the hush. ⸻ Bridge (spoken — cinematic) Let ‘em talk, let ‘em laugh, let ‘em guess what I am. I’m a woman made of rhythm, a heartbeat wrapped in hands. And if God’s got a radio — I’m the static and the song. I’m the truth, the melody, the reason I go on. ⸻ Final Chorus (full — gospel energy) Yeah, I’m dirt and stardust, wild and divine. Every scar’s a story, every tear, a sign. Of a soul that’s been tested, but never undone — ’cause I’m the fire, I’m the water, I’m the Word made one. ⸻ Outro (soft, poetic) I’m not here to be polished — I’m here to be real. You can’t break what’s already healed. (Fade: guitar + low hum + heartbeat percussion)
