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Eyes on God…
I don't break, I don't fold…
Boots hit dirt, I don't bend, I don't shake.
Devil talk loud, but he bluff, he fake.
Seen him in folks, seen him all on the feed.
Tryin' to grab hearts, tryin' to plant bad seed.
Came up broke, had to fight just to stand.
God grabbed me close, put strength in my hands.
I don't chase fame, I don't sell my soul.
Devil want smoke? I'ma stick to my role.
He in music, he in phones, he in trends.
He in money, he in deals folks defend.
He push fear, he push pride, he push lies.
Me? I push truth — I don't switch sides.
Born rebel!
Shout at the devil!
Stand your ground!
Hold that level!
Armor on!
Faith won't settle!
Only King…
Jesus metal!
Born rebel!
Shout at the devil!
Slide on the strings, let it moan, let it cry.
Devil pop shots, but he miss when I pray.
Talk big game, but he fold under light.
Soon as I praise, he run off in the night.
I done walked dark roads, cold nights, real pain.
Seen good men fall from the pills and the strain.
Devil tried me too, thought I'd crack, fall slow.
But God pulled up like, "Son, let's go."
Eyes open.
Armor up.
Bible heavy.
Devil shut up.
I ain't scared.
I ain't sold.
Got God's promise.
That's mine to hold.
Born rebel!
Shout at the devil!
Stand your ground!
Hold that level!
Armor on!
Faith won't settle!
Only King…
Jesus metal!
Born rebel!
Shout at the devil!