[Verse 1] I lost the crib, but I ain’t lose the key God made the wilderness familiar to me (that part...) They call it homeless, I call it in-between Black Jesus walked, still carried like a King (that part...) My son in college, daddy riding the train Proud in the pictures, private with the pain (that part...) Three hours sleeping, but I dream all day Road went dark, still I’m making my way (that part...) They love your testimony once it turns pretty Ain’t nobody shouting when you’re stuck in the gritty (that part...) Bus-stop prophet with the Word in my chest No permanent address, permanently blessed (that part...) I had church inside a hotel room Bible by the bed, checkout at noon (that part...) Everybody loves when the stone gets moved Nobody sits in the tomb with you (that ,that, that part...) [Bridge] Maybe I ain’t lost, maybe I got sent Maybe losing comfort showed me what faith meant (that part,that part,that part...) No choir around me, just brakes on the train Every time it stops, I hear God call my name (that part,that part,that part...) I asked Him for shelter, He gave me a mission I asked for an answer, He gave me a vision (that part,that part,that part...) Maybe the blessing ain’t where I arrive Maybe the blessing is I’m still alive (that part,that part,that part...) [Verse 2] (maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe,maybe,maybe) Everybody holy when the bills get paid Everybody peaceful when the bed gets made (that part...) Can you praise God with your back on the wall? Can you hear His voice while you’re losing it all? (that part...) Forty-six years, had to start again Found out concrete makes a faithful friend (that part...) (maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe,maybe,maybe) It said, “Get back up, we ain’t finished yet” That’s compassion talking with its foot on my neck (that part...) Two little fish, but I fed my whole vision Zero-one-zero-one, holy multiplication (that part...) They counted me out, but He counted me chosen Life got cold, but the Word stayed burning (that part...) Nails in His hands, got plans in mine Crown full of thorns, still walked divine (that part...) (maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe,maybe,maybe) If Black Jesus rode through the DMV He’d probably save that bus seat next to me (that part...) I don’t need wings—I mastered the fall Grace ain’t grace if you never needed it at all (that part...) Lost me a home, never lost who I am Still building the Kingdom with dust on my hands (that part...)
