[Verse 1 — bouncy pocket; quick runs, clean stops] Phone lit, jaw tight, thumb poised, three lines into a comeback; Had a point to prove, put a period down like the case was closed. Read it again—whole paragraph swinging with both hands; Funny how a little glass screen had me throwing stones. Holy Spirit, slow my fingers till my heart can catch up; Truth can stand on its own; I don’t need to dress it in a threat. Took a lap around the block, let the heat leave my shoulders; Came back with a question—found a detail I hadn’t checked. Now we’re talking, both listening, volume slipping a level; Could’ve won the exchange, left a friendship buried in the rubble. That’s power with a purpose, strength with control in the steering; You can hear a heart better when you quit trying to win the hearing. [Hook — fully rapped; elastic rhythm, clipped doubles] In step, head up, let the next move count; Big plans, loose grip—I can lay ’em down. Got a road to walk, keep some joy in the mission; Holy Spirit, lead—I’m learning how to listen. [Verse 2 — rapid internal rhymes; leave the fourth beats open] Big check offered; had to check what I called an advance; More on the number, but less of my life in my hands. Read the fine print: every evening attached to a meeting; Called it buying a future; the price was the evenings I’m missing. Every light looked green when the money got bright; But an open lane can still take me out of my line. So I sat with the questions, took counsel, put pride to the side; Held the plan to Your word—some ambitions didn’t survive. Some did, got stronger; cut the clutter, kept what had substance; Found a cleaner way forward when I loosened up on the assumptions. Still work with intention, still put both hands on the labor; I can make a bold move without making a move my savior. [Hook — fully rapped; bass answers the final phrase] In step, head up, let the next move count; Big plans, loose grip—I can lay ’em down. Got a road to walk, keep some joy in the mission; Holy Spirit, lead—I’m learning how to listen. [Rapped break — drums continue; clipped phrasing] Some days I get it wrong. You keep teaching me to listen. Two feet on the pavement— Let’s get back to living. [Verse 3 — fast bursts over the same loose bounce] Sun up, shoes tied, got a little more spring in the motion; Same bills, same roads, but I’m leaving some room in the morning. No need to make a headline out of every little act of obedience; Called the friend I’d been meaning to call—then I gave him more than three minutes. Let him finish; didn’t fill every inch with a fix or an answer; Sometimes love takes the lead when my mouth takes a seat for a stanza. Learning timing: I can be on beat and be out of step; All this rhythm in my chest means less if my neighbor gets what’s left. Put some purpose in my pace, leave some space for the people beside me; Let the good travel farther than the speakers booming behind me. Every turn is a chance to be teachable, every mile an occasion; Holy Spirit, keep me close while I move through the day You’re making. [Final Hook — precise double-time pickup, then wide pocket] In step, head up, let the next move count; Big plans, loose grip—I can lay ’em down. Got a road to walk, keep some joy in the mission; Holy Spirit, lead—I’m learning how to listen. [Outro — dry voice; bass slides into the stop] Less rush. More rhythm. Next step— I’m listening.
