Yeah — we the grace criminals, cuffed by truth, They said our doctrine blasphemes proof. They hate the blood ‘cause it frees the youth, They want religion — we want root. They build walls, we tear ‘em down, Grace ain’t law, it wears no crown. They call us heretics in town, But Heaven cheers when grace is found. They said, “You too soft, that gospel fake,” But I seen grace break a heartache. They preach grind, I preach awake, They count works — I count the stake. They said “earn love,” but love was paid, By a God whose hands were unafraid. They sell holiness like a trade, But grace made saints from those betrayed. They hate the blood ‘cause it don’t charge rent, They can’t control what Heaven sent. They hate the joy — it’s permanent, No tithes, no tricks, no government. They mad we dance in sinner’s shoes, That mercy wins where pride will lose. They quote law — I quote good news, Freedom flows where grace renews. They try to catch us, label wrong, For preaching peace that don’t belong. They call us wolves with holy song, But we been free like Paul all along. They brand us “reckless,” “lawless too,” ‘Cause grace ain’t sold — it’s given through. They can’t tax what Jesus knew, That “it is finished” made all things new. I’m wanted dead by religion’s chain, ‘Cause grace exposed their profit game. They use fear to build their name, But love don’t play that dying frame. They said I’m weak ‘cause I preach rest, But they still stress while God’s impressed. They call it lazy — I call it blessed, I move by faith, not man’s request. They don’t like this — the gospel raw, It don’t fit inside their holy law. They built systems, we saw the flaw, Grace breaks cages — now they in awe. You can’t judge me by your creed, I died with Christ — I’m truly freed. They weaponize guilt — I bleed His seed, The Word of grace my holy deed. Yeah, they hate us ‘cause we don’t perform, We just trust the blood that broke the norm. They said “You lawless,” we said “Reborn,” They storm the church, we calm the storm. Grace ain’t a loophole — it’s a flame, It burns the idols, melts the shame. They play priest — He knew my name, That’s why grace shook the whole domain. I seen pastors turn to court, Try to judge what Heaven fought. They think grace can be bought or taught, But it’s caught by faith — not thought. You can’t franchise redemption’s breath, Can’t sue grace, can’t trademark death. It’s scandalous love — that’s what’s left, And that offends what law calls “blessed.” They hate us ‘cause grace don’t kneel to kings, It sings where broken spirit clings. It crowns the thief, the liar, the fiend, While law looks shocked, still counting things. You can’t bind Spirit’s holy move, Grace don’t need your stamp to prove. It’s Heaven’s crime — that’s what we do, Breaking chains religion grew. Yeah, we the outlaws of salvation’s plan, Forgiven rebels, born again. We stand accused by self-made man, But grace declared — “They’re clean, I can.” You can keep your robes, your throne, your seat, I got mercy that don’t repeat. You can call me wrong, incomplete, But grace got scars that can’t be beat. So lock us out, burn our name, We ain’t here for your earthly fame. We speak blood — not church acclaim, Grace criminal, that’s my claim. Wanted posters in hell’s hall, Angels laugh, ‘cause grace broke all. Sin indicted — I took the fall, Then rose with Christ, above it all.
