“Ain’t lookin’ for heaven, I made my own heat.
Where I’m from, even miracles smell like gasoline.”

Yeah, I rose out the smoke with a saint’s tattoo,
Gold on my sins like brand-new truth.
Talk clean, walk mean, faith on cue,
Pray in rhythm, move in groove.
They tried to drown me in holy water,
Now I baptize pain like I’m the author.
Ain’t no choir when the choir don’t call,
So I preach to the mirror on my own wall.

Every sin I spin got soul,
Every loss I turn to gold.

Holy smoke — I rise through the ruin,
Fireproof faith in the life I’m choosin’.
Prayed too long, now I breathe that flame,
Still blessed, still bad, still say my name.
Holy smoke — watch me move divine,
Grace in the grit, that light still mine.

Ash on my collar, peace in my grin,
Learned my gospel from the city wind.
God said hush, the world said flex,
So I found truth right between the texts.
I been low, been lost, been lit,
But the dirt don’t dull what fire can’t quit.
Every scar that I wear got rhythm,
Every curse I flipped to wisdom.

Yeah, halo crooked but the shine still steady,
Weight of my past? I been benchin’ heavy.
Got faith in a flow, got prayer in a pocket,
Dreams so loud, even fear can’t stop it.
If grace got rules, I broke ‘em twice,
Still sound holy when I roll the dice.
Ain’t lookin’ for crowns, just peace and proof,
That fire don’t fail when it burns the truth.

Holy smoke — I rise through the ruin,
Fireproof faith in the life I’m choosin’.
Prayed too long, now I breathe that flame,
Still blessed, still bad, still say my name.
Holy smoke — watch me move divine,
Grace in the grit, that light still mine.

“If they ask what saved me…
tell ‘em I lit the match myself.”