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Yeah...
I used to fold my hands and close my eyes.
Now that closet full of suits got stains I can't disguise.
Used to whisper "Amen," now it's just air in the room,
Echoes in the dark like they haunted by doom.
Ain't no hallelujahs in a city built on sin,
Just angels with they wings clipped, tryna breathe again.
Mama red me psalms before I even learned to write,
But the preacher had a temper that he hid behind the light.
"God is love," he said - while the belt swung tight,
And I learned early faith don't always mean right.
They told me "Keep prayin', He'll answer in time,"
But every prayer I sent came back unsigned.
I watched the holy turn hollow, the good ones break,
And I wondered if faith was just another heartbreak.
I was raised in pews, but my knees turned cold,
Talkin' to a silence that never took hold.
They said "He never leaves you," but it felt like a lie,
'Cause I been screamin' to the heavens, only echoes reply.
I wanna believe again...
But heaven don't hear me.
The streets so cold and the blood right near me.
How can I pray when the world's so cruel,
When kids die young and the killers stay cool?
I wanna believe again...
But I'm lost in the pain.
If God's still here, then He's hidin' in the rain.
I'm tryna find my way back, but I can't see through the red...
I'm so lost, yeah... I'm so lost.
I seen faith get sold for a dollar and a view,
Church packed on Sundays, but no love follow-through.
They say "turn the other cheek," but both of mine bruised,
And I'm tired of pretending that I ain't confused.
If holy water's real, why the blood don't rinse?
Why we bury kids for the color of their skin?
I been talkin' to the ceiling till my voice run thin,
Beggin' for a reason to let the light back in.
They say "He got a plan," but damn, I can't see it,
I'm tryna hold faith but trauma make me bleed it.
Every time I get close, I get dragged by the past,
And I'm scared if I believe, the pain won't last.
I'd give anything to get my faith back...
To feel that peace I used to have before the cracks.
But every time I reach out, I see violence instead,
Another name on a mural, another mother in red.
How can I trust when the world feels fake?
When every blessing I touch just seems to break?
I still wanna believe - that's the part that hurts,
'Cause hope is a gift that feels more like a curse.
I met a kid on the block, dirt on his face,
Said "You look tired, mister - you lost your faith?"
I said "Yeah, I been tryna, but it's hard to pray,"
He said "Faith ain't big, it's just somethin' you say."
Then he smiled, gave me half of his snack,
Said "It ain't about Sunday, it's about givin' back."
And in that small act, I felt somethin' shift,
Like maybe belief ain't a place - it's a gift.
Maybe God ain't distant, maybe He's been here,
In the pain, in the loss, in the things we fear.
Maybe faith ain't found in a cross or a book,
Maybe it's found in the moments we overlook.
I wanna believe again...
Even when I can't see You clearly.
Even when the pain keeps steering me.
If You still there, then show me a sign,
'Cause I been walkin' blind, tryna realign.
I wanna believe again...
Even if I'm scared to try.
Even if my prayers just fade in the sky.
If heaven's real - I ain't askin' for proof,
Just a reason to believe that there's still truth.
I ain't healed, I ain't whole, but I'm holdin' on faint,
Maybe faith ain't perfect, maybe it's painted in pain.
If You can hear me... I'm still talkin', slow...
'Cause even broken prayers gotta somewhere to go.
Yeah... I'm tryin' to believe.