Second voice

TRACK 2 — “Second Voice”

Boom‑bap. Cold. Focused. Talking to God.

HOOK (Aggressive, controlled)

I failed him — that’s the weight that I drag to Your throne,
But You forgave me — even when I couldn’t forgive my own.
Sixteen — and the echo still cuts to the bone,
I’m trying to trust the mercy You’ve already shown.

VERSE 1 (Long, dense, controlled intensity — talking to God)

God, I’m coming to You honest — no filters, no pride,
Just a kid who grew up carrying storms he kept inside.
I didn’t know how to pray back then, didn’t know how to speak,
Didn’t know that You were listening when my strength felt weak.

I was sixteen — and the guilt hit harder than truth,
Didn’t know how to separate the lie from the proof.
Didn’t know how to tell You I felt like I failed,
Didn’t know how to breathe under the weight I held.

I kept replaying the moment — like maybe if I rewound it enough,
I could change the outcome, rewrite the script, undo the stuff
That tore through my chest like a storm with no warning,
Didn’t know healing would take years, not just a single morning.

I tried to be strong — but strength ain’t silence,
And silence ain’t healing, it’s just internal violence.
I didn’t know that then — didn’t know how to speak on the ache,
Didn’t know how to tell myself it wasn’t my fault, that it wasn’t my mistake.

But You stepped in — not loud, not dramatic,
Just a whisper in the wreckage, cutting through the static.
“Son, you’re forgiven” — not in words, but in peace,
Not in thunder, but in the slow release
Of a burden I’d held like it was welded to my bones,
Didn’t know grace could reach places I thought were unknown.

HOOK (Aggressive, controlled)

I failed him — that’s the weight that I drag to Your throne,
But You forgave me — even when I couldn’t forgive my own.
Sixteen — and the echo still cuts to the bone,
I’m trying to trust the mercy You’ve already show

Hardcore trap rap, dark