Yeah…
They say confession’s good for the soul.
Guess mine’s overdue.

Mama prayed hard, but I prayed harder,
One to the sky, one to the bottle starter.
Ain’t no halo hangin’ straight on me,
Just rusted chains and a key half-free.
Told God, “I’m tryna get right,”
He said, “Son, you already in the fight.”
I ain’t righteous, I ain’t mean,
Just learnin’ grace got dirt in between.

Ain’t no clean in this kind of grace,
Just scars that time can’t erase.
You can scrub that soul all day,
Still got pain that don’t wash away.
Yeah, I got mud, I got sin,
But that’s what makes me whole again.
Ain’t no perfect, just redeemed,
Ain’t no spotless — ain’t no clean.

Yeah, I done lied, I done stole,
Built my worth outta heart and coal.
Loved wrong, fought dumb, stayed too long,
Turned my pain into half a song.
Still, I get chills when the church bells ring,
Still, I cuss when the truth still stings.
If heaven’s for the pure and prim,
Then I’ll wave from the dirt and grin.

Ain’t no clean in this kind of grace,
Just scars that time can’t erase.
You can scrub that soul all day,
Still got pain that don’t wash away.
Yeah, I got mud, I got sin,
But that’s what makes me whole again.
Ain’t no perfect, just redeemed,
Ain’t no spotless — ain’t no clean.

Yeah, grace ain’t soap, it’s fire,
It burn away but don’t expire.
If love’s a flood, then let it pour,
I’ll still stand in my dirt-stained floor.
You can’t fake peace, can’t fake scars,
They the proof of who you are.
Ain’t no judge but me and mine,
And the Lord who love the grime.

I been a sinner with a kind heart,
I been forgiven, still fall apart.
Still get drunk, still talk too loud,
Still feel shame when I’m feelin’ proud.
But I don’t hide it — I just breathe,
That’s the only kind of truth I believe.
If heaven’s gold, I’ll take my rust,
Still sacred in the dust.

Ain’t no clean in this kind of grace,
Just scars that time can’t erase.
You can scrub that soul all day,
Still got pain that don’t wash away.
Yeah, I got mud, I got sin,
But that’s what makes me whole again.
Ain’t no perfect, just redeemed,
Ain’t no spotless — ain’t no clean.

Yeah…
Heaven don’t need polished —
it needs honest.