[================================= © 2026 RCKTMN. All rights reserved. (Shared for the TRA Studio Only) =================================] [ Want to join a rock/metal community? Want access to instrument uploads from real musicians? ] [ Join us at: True Rock Alliance - Studio 🤘 https://discord.gg/tra-studio 🎸 =================================] “Kickflip Hallelujah” [Verse 1] Cracked concrete, Sunday sun Board in my hand, yeah I’m on the run Everyone's lookin at me I feel that wind pushing back on me Mama said, “Boy, you best stand tall” Even when you’re riding for a hard fall Got scars on my shins, doubt in my head But I hear that whisper instead [Pre-Chorus] When the wheels start shaking on the downhill ride And the world says bail, but there’s fire inside [Chorus] It’s a kickflip hallelujah Grinding on the edge of grace Every wipeout’s just a tutor Mercy meeting me face to face I don’t need a perfect landing Just a heart that’s bulletproof Rolling by a bigger rhythm Faith’s my deck and love’s the truth [Verses 2] Back alley ramps and a half-pipe dream Spray paint prayers on a brick wall scene We ain’t saints, just scraped-up kids Learning how forgiveness lives Cops roll by, but we just laugh Chasing something they can’t map You can’t chain hope, you can’t box light We’re carving freedom every night [Pre-Chorus] When the rail looks longer than your courage feels And you’re one bad slam from broken wheels [Chorus] It’s a kickflip hallelujah Grinding on the edge of grace Every wipeout’s just a tutor Mercy meeting me face to face I don’t need a perfect landing Just a heart that’s bulletproof Rolling by a bigger rhythm Faith’s my deck and love’s the truth [Bridge] You said I’d grow up, get sensible shoes, Trade in my dreams for the six o’clock news — But I’m still here, skin and bone, Riding these streets like they’re paved in stone. I’ve tasted blood on a busted lip, Heard every joke, every little quip — “Boy, you’ll break.” Yeah? Maybe I might — But I’ve got a fire you can’t outwrite. [Spoken] HEY! — DON’T LOOK DOWN! HEY! — STAND YOUR GROUND! [vocals] Fell from heaven to concrete floors, Found out grace ain’t closing doors. You can sneer, you can spit my name — But the wind still howls just the same. When I fall — SO WHAT? When I bleed — BIG DEAL! You don’t know the kind of love That’s teaching me to heal. No crown. No throne. Just dust in my lungs and a faith of my own. No script. No fame. Just carving my hope in the pouring rain. THIS IS MY HALLELUJAH — AND I’M NOT ASKING YOU TO SING. [Final Chorus] It’s a kickflip hallelujah Grinding on the edge of grace Every wipeout’s resurrection Hope exploding out the grave I don’t need a perfect landing Just a heart that’s bulletproof Rolling by a bigger rhythm Faith’s my deck and love’s the truth [Outro[ Cracked concrete, setting sun Still rolling till the day is done If I fall, I fall toward You Kickflip hallelujah — truth. © 2026 Lyrics by Pastor Jon . All rights reserved.
