I Don’t

(Soft. Air in the mic.)

Lost in the cycles…

Pray for all my rivals… (soft falsetto harmony under this line)

It’s time we turn towards the .. Bible… (lift slightly)

God forgives… (hold it — let it breathe)

(Beat thins out)

… but I don’t. (deep, almost whispered)

Lost in survival …

Pity all my idols… (slight crack — disappointed tone)

Hands on the Bible…

God forgives… (longer hold)

(Full bar pause — instruments drop)

… but I don’t. (low octave double under it, reverb tail)

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🎤 Verse 1

I been stuck between who I was,

and who I’m meant to be

Breaking generational curses that was sent to me

Mama said “let it go,” but resentment still cemented deep

Smile for the world, but inside it feels like penalties

Every loss a lesson, I just carry it differently

Some nights I forgive, other nights it still gets to me

Told God take the weight, but I hold it mentally

Say I’m healed out loud, but still hurting silently

Outgrew who I looked up to — that was humbling

Watched the ones I fed switch sides, now it’s puzzling

Clutching on my pride like it’s something that’s protecting me

But maybe that’s the chain that’s disconnecting me

They don’t see the tears when the lights low

They just see the strength when the mic glow

I pray for peace, but my heart cold

Trying to let it go… but I don’t

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🎤 Verse 2 (Providence Nights)

Providence nights, cold wind through the corridor

Streetlights flicker like my faith when I’m at war with God

Sirens in the distance echo off the reservoir

Learned young love don’t last — it just leave a scar

Same blocks, same pain, different faces though

Watched loyalty switch quicker than the seasons go

Had to cut ties with the ones I needed most

Now it’s solo dinners staring at the ceiling ghosts

I remember praying broke, asking God for clarity

Now I’m up a little, still battling my charity

Hard to show mercy when betrayal was the therapy

Every scar a receipt — pain wrote the narrative

They see “one of one,” they don’t see the sacrifice

They don’t see the nights I was fighting darker appetites

Temptation whispering, almost took a darker path

Pride in my chest like armor made of shattered glass

I know revenge ain’t righteous — that’s the truth

But forgiveness feel like losing when there’s bleeding proof

So I wrestle with the scripture and my attitude…

Ask God to soften me — but I don’t move

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🎵 Hook repeats — softer first half, louder second half for climax.

God forgives… (longer hold)

(Full bar pause — instruments drop)

… but I don’t. (low octave double under it, reverb tail)