[Verse 1] Chrome on the curb, same old block, Mama said pray, so I never stopped. Hush in the backseat, hands in the air, bottle caps rattlin', truth in the glare. Brother in the mirror, eyes red-rimmed, whole crew broken, still we sinned. I learned hallelujah from a busted trunk, from a bassline thump and a soul too sunk. [Pre-Chorus] Say amen, baby, we been through hell, still got that song when the night won't sell. Lean in close, let the hurt come clean, even cracked glass still shine in between. [Chorus] Backseat choir, sing it loud, sing it loud Backseat choir, we gon' lift this crowd Ghetto gospel, turn the pain to gold Ghetto gospel, make the cold streets hold Backseat choir, say my name, say my name Backseat choir, we don't bow to shame [Verse 2] Auntie on the porch with a folding chair, fry oil smoke in the summer air. Kids on the steps with a hand-me-down drum, every hard thing got a beat where I'm from. I seen a saint in a chain-link fence, I seen grace in a five-dollar tense. If the world get cruel, we don't fold away, we just sing that hurt in a holy way. [Pre-Chorus] Say amen, baby, we been through hell, still got that song when the night won't sell. Lean in close, let the hurt come clean, even cracked glass still shine in between. [Chorus] Backseat choir, sing it loud, sing it loud Backseat choir, we gon' lift this crowd Ghetto gospel, turn the pain to gold Ghetto gospel, make the cold streets hold Backseat choir, say my name, say my name Backseat choir, we don't bow to shame [Bridge] No cathedral ceiling, just a sky so wide, no clean hands here, but we try, we try. If the tears come first, let 'em flood the floor, what was torn apart can still want more. [Final Chorus] Backseat choir, sing it loud, sing it loud Backseat choir, we gon' lift this crowd Ghetto gospel, turn the pain to gold Ghetto gospel, make the cold streets hold Backseat choir, say my name, say my name Backseat choir, we don't bow to shame [Outro] Hands up high, let the hurt release Backseat choir, we leave with peace
