Stones in Their Hands(response remix to 🇺🇸AmurikanInfidel🤙🏼 Pagan in the pews)

[Intro – Spoken Narrative] Yeah… Sunday dresses, diamonds on their hands, Pointin’ fingers like they holy, like they really understand. Quotin’ verses while they whisper in the pews and pretend, But they got stones in their hands and the same sins to defend. ⸻ [Verse 1 – Double Time Rap] Walkin’ through a town where the steeple’s a crown and they watchin’ my walk, Every porch got a gossip or a deacon who’s eager to weigh in and talk, Got a cross on my chain and a past full of pain that they love to dissect, Every rumor they pass like communion, they sip on my life with respect. But I grew up on sermons of mercy and grace that were carved in my bones, Mama cried in the choir while prayin’ for peace that we never were shown, I believe in a God who can see through the masks and the pride that they wear, While they whisper on Sundays then cut you to pieces the rest of the year. Got a smile and a Bible, but daggers in eyes when you walk in the room, Say they covered in love but it feels like a grave when they open their tombs, Talkin’ “love thy neighbor,” but hatred is layered in every remark, If your scars ain’t the sort that they honor they paint you in permanent dark. I ain’t here to be perfect or live in the image they draw in their minds, I’m just walkin’ in truth with a Savior who knows every crack in my spine, And I rest in the storm ‘cause I know that the thunder ain’t aimed at my name— It’s a call in the clouds sayin’ judgment for all gonna weigh us the same. ⸻ [Verse 2 – Double Time Rap] Got a dozen good Christians who drink on a Friday then point when I fall, Say repentance is holy but gossip is heaven when dirt’s on us all, Got a cross on the bumper and scriptures in cursive but venom in veins, When a woman with history walks in, they get busy inventin’ her shame. They be tellin’ me, “Girl, you should cover your past and just sit in the back,” But the way that they measure my sin is a scale that their Bible don’t back, If the grace that you carry is endless then where is the end of your love? ‘Cause the louder you shout about hell the less you resemble above. I ain’t sayin’ you faithless or lost, I’m just sayin’ you swingin’ that sword, Turnin’ verses to weapons on people you’re claimin’ you serve for the Lord, When I talk to my God in the still of the night, He don’t sound like your rage, He remind me that dust is all equal no matter the chapter or page. So I laugh at the whispers, I walk through the fire when they circle and glare, Stains on all of our dresses, but mine is the only one they wanna tear, And if sin is a mountain, the summit is waitin’ for each of our names— Every stone that you throw in the valley comes back in the echo the same. ⸻ [Verse 3 – Double Time Rap] Bible belt buzzin’ with rumors and murmurs about how I’m wrong, But the louder they hum out my history, the clearer my spirit grows strong, ‘Cause the blood that was shed on that hill wasn’t sorted by size of the wound, Every secret they hide in the choir gon’ stand in the same judgment room. Got respect for the broken who own every flaw and still offer you grace, But the ones who be swingin’ the scripture like chains are the ones out of place, If your Savior preached love to the liars and thieves and the lost on the street— Then you weaponize words that were written to wash dirty dust from our feet. I’m a daughter of thunder, a woman of valleys and storms and the skies, I got scars in my story but none of them cancel the truth in His eyes, And I’ll stand in the flood with a grin while the choir of critics complains— ‘Cause a girl in these pews with a past still is covered by blood just the same. ⸻ [Outro – Spoken] Drop every stone. Face your own mirror. Ain’t a soul in this room flawless… And God’s the only judge when the smoke clears.