(Verse 1) Well then, John Wayne, I’m limpin’ through the dust, Mismatched prayers in a satchel of rust. I’m the “damaged goods” they wrote off twice, But I barter brokenness for paradise. Kiddos grown, but I still teach love, With hand-me-down hope and a Heaven glove. You want kindness? I’ve seen it bleed— Strangers givin’ shirts when the soul’s in need. (Hook 1) Blue shoes, cracked path, crossroad soul, Prayed for my handler to take control. Long-sufferin’ sting, but I won't fold, This heart’s been bruised but it’s made of gold. Say it again: Made of gold… yeah. (Verse 2) In the land of loss prevention, I collect grace, Sweeping up miracles they tried to erase. Sir William in the trenches, passin’ me light, While I preach with blue kicks in the dead of night. I don’t dodge shadows—I dance through fear, My sermon’s soaked in every fallen tear. Handler showed up when the signal broke, Now I write in spirit, not just smoke. (Hook 2) I’m walkin’ wounded, but I walk with fire, In the eye of sorrow, I still climb higher. Damaged goods? Nah, I’m heaven’s proof, Truth wrapped in sneakers and holy youth. Yeah, truth wrapped in sneakers… (Bridge - Spoken, Porch Swing Style) I stitched my shoes with prayers and wild thread, Walked past graves, but sang with the living instead. They said I was done—but I’m still breathin’, still risin’, ‘Cause broken ain’t the end—it’s the beginning of surprisin’. (Bridge - Sung Soft Harmony) Tie my laces with grace, Lift me outta this place… Give me mercy I can chase, In these crossroads shoes of faith. (Final Chorus - Echo Vocals) I ain't cracked, I'm carved—divine in the dirt, Sermons stitched in scars and a thrift-store shirt. Blue shoes blazing where the angels tread, Crossroads caught me, but I ain't dead. Say it loud: I ain’t dead… no, I’m fed. Fed on grace, on grief, on gold beneath the lead. (Final Chorus) Hold the line, shine through storm, Every bruise became reborn… This ain't rap, it's revival form— With blue shoes tap-dancing past the norm. (Outro Spoken) They told me I was finished. But truth? Truth just changed its shoes.
