Jordan Taylor (Verse 1)
I write because it's proven through this hip hop music/
Overcomers need a theme song that they can move with/
The anthem of the streets crossed over to the burbs/
How feelings and emotions get expressed through these words/
Mnemonic devices, you twice as likely to feel it/
All up on the mic how it's rhyming at the ending/
I seen it move crowds when the speakers is loud/
The kind of flow that I have a rebel wanna revolt now/
What else you know influencing way that I dress/
To the reason I rep my city to my d**h/
There ain't too many cultures that this ain't touch/
Rock and roll came close, but not like us/
The ink of life's moments over 16 bars/
Plus half of that on the hook the melody takes charge/
I write like auto tune won't even last that long/
When little kids on candy rap start begging for songs/
You looking for content, we'll be standing there waiting/
I write with the reality that rap can't save ‘em/
But the sacrificial d**h of the famous/
Most hated, grave raising could trade places/
Every nation, could get it how he lived it/
Given from the Father, it's the Son, by the Spirit/
I've been affected by the 1 and I trust Him/
If I don't write that, Brotha, I don't write nothing/
Katie Eckerberger (Hook)
A thousand tongues, heart beat as one/
We cannot hold it in/
This word like fire in our bones/
We live to ink on it/
Omri: (Verse 2)
I write like Jesus is coming back before this verse finish/
Like if He don't, He might use it to convert cynics/
Like He ain't doing through my music what the church isn't/
I'm just a speechwriter for her while she's earth's witness/
From the drudgery of shaping the first lyric/
I should be humbled in dust, making a verse vicious/
But they keep pumping me up, saying, “You're sure gifted.”/
So I keep company bruh, they are my worst critics/
I believe I was conceived as a cursed infant/
Whose mockery God would see as the worst listed/
In hostile beef, robbed of peace, not concerned with it/
But God would bleed abolishing the absurd distance/
So I write it so you'll hear a joyful, bitter song/
Like the face I long to see is the same one I spit upon/
Can't we get along? (No.)/
There's children of wrath on a path to where they'll never see a winter dawn/
So I write it like a man with a hope deferred/
And one who got married to a woman who I don't deserve/
Holding to His spoken word, pressing toward the finish and/
Stretching your attention span, blessing loyal and fickle fans/
I'm trying to make my words heard in this brief moment/
My deep motive has never been a steep bonus/
I'll keep going, going in, putting ink on it/
Praying that you take time to think on it/
Katie Eckerberger (Verse 3)
After all these years and all these tears/
All these joys and all these fears/
You have never left my heart/
I can't regret, I can't slow down/
My life will be a joyful sound/
So they know how beautiful You are/