“Don’t need a halo to glow, baby.
Just pressure and time… and a little attitude.”

They said I’d break, I bent instead,
Turned every scar to a crown on my head.
Preachin’ at me ‘bout savin’ grace,
But I already made my own escape.
Ain’t no church for the ones like me,
We built faith outta gasoline.
Still pray, still curse, still rise, still fall,
But I look damn holy when I risk it all.

Bless my sins, they pay my dues,
Every fall I took gave me new views.

I’m saint-proof — can’t break me twice,
Halo bent, still shine like ice.
Pray if you want, I roll my dice,
I’m blessed in flaws and paid in vice.
Yeah, saint-proof — took hell, made art,
Still got fire where I lost my heart.

Yeah, I talk like I know redemption’s price,
Paid it in nights, bought peace on vice.
Every ghost I fought just haunt my pen,
Now I write truth they call pretend.
You can’t save me, I don’t need that script,
I turned my guilt to ownership.
You preach clean, I preach real,
You beg for heaven, I learn to feel.

Yeah, they want saved — I want seen,
They want light — I want lean.
They say grace, I say grind,
Faith ain’t blind, it’s redefined.
Cross don’t scare what flames baptized,
Pain don’t fade, it get stylized.
If holy mean untouched, I’m proof —
Saint-proof, raw truth, bulletproof youth.

I’m saint-proof — can’t break me twice,
Halo bent, still shine like ice.
Pray if you want, I roll my dice,
I’m blessed in flaws and paid in vice.
Yeah, saint-proof — took hell, made art,
Still got fire where I lost my heart.

“Don’t call me fallen.
Call me finished —
‘cause I landed on my feet.”