[Intro — dry rap; immediate bass groove] Still got breath? Then I got something to do with it. [Verse 1 — elastic bounce; quick bursts and clean pauses] Alarm starts talking, the coffee starts coughing, my phone wants a word; Little feet hit the hallway—the best interruption I’ve heard. Got crumbs on the counter and somebody asking for juice; Everything here is a reason to thank You; I don’t need an excuse. Feet hit the floor—that’s a gift I don’t step over; Sun through the glass putting gold on an ordinary sofa. I was so busy with living, forgetting to notice the life; Now I’m catching the little things money could never supply. A minute to listen, a little attention—I’m changing the way that I spend it; Could run out the clock chasing what I ain’t got, or be here for the people that’s in it. Holy Spirit, meet me here in the middle of making a living; Give my hurry some direction; give my words a little wisdom. I can go double-time; I ain’t doubling down on the stress; Keep the speed in the verse, keep the peace in the middle of my chest. Got a lot on my shoulders, still I got a reason to smile; Same shoes, same road—whole new view of the miles. [Hook — fully rapped; bass answers the short phrases] Second wind, chin up, put some life in the step; Another day to do some good with the breath in my chest. Take a breath, give it back, put some good in the air; Got a voice, got a choice—put some purpose in there. [Verse 2 — rolling double-time; settle into the snare] Window cracked at the light, see the oak by the corner lean; Can’t see the wind, but I know what it moves when it moves through the leaves. Let the change in my heart show up in the way that I speak; Give the strength in my voice a little tenderness people can feel. Fast with the pen, getting slower to speak when somebody is hurting; You gave me a voice; give me sense about when it is serving. I don’t need to break a record; I’ve got nothing to prove; Put some life into the record so the message can move. Take the air that I’m given, put care in the rhythm and care in the sentence; What I get off my chest ought to help with the weight someone else has been lifting. Spirit, breathe through the ordinary places I thought You were missing; In the shop, at the desk, on the drive—I’m awake and I’m listening. Let the second wind carry me further than making it through; Let the breath that You gave me put life in the good I can do. Let me finish the day with some patience for people I meet; Let the peace that I carry have a place in the life of my street. [Hook — same cadence; tighter vocal doubles] Second wind, chin up, put some life in the step; Another day to do some good with the breath in my chest. Take a breath, give it back, put some good in the air; Got a voice, got a choice—put some purpose in there. [Break — four bars; clipped flow over bass and rimshots] Hands full, heart open; I’m learning to carry it different. Big plans, small moments; I’m learning to notice the difference. One breath, one sentence—somebody might need what is in it. You gave me this day; let me give You the way that I live it. [Final Hook — fully rapped; busiest drum variation] Second wind, chin up, put some life in the step; Another day to do some good with the breath in my chest. Take a breath, give it back, put some good in the air; Got a voice, got a choice—and I’m choosing to care. [Outro — conversational rap; clean stop] Still got breath. Still got something to give.
