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No sermon... no sign... Just road in front of me. Needle just above empty, moon cut thin, Dash glow blue like a bruise on the skin. Low road, slow roll, city way behind, I done spent whole years just buyin’ time. Smoke in the lining, grace in the mouth, Still know how to look like I’m coolin’ it out. But the truth ride shotgun when the night get spare, And the silence in the cabin feel a lot like prayer. Not the kind with hands high— more the kind that leaks, Through a tired jawline and a chest can’t sleep. I ain’t askin’ for a miracle, just enough to steer, Just enough not to drown in what got me here. Half a prayer, full tank, Tryna make it through the dark. Half a prayer, full tank, Half a prayer, full tank. No choir in the distance, No sky crackin’ blue— Half a prayer, full tank, Just enough hope to move. I got guilt in the upholstery, pride in the wheel, Whole lotta old ghosts ridin’ quiet and still. I can rap that pain clean, make it sound like control, Put a silk line on a cracked-up soul. But tonight that game feel thin in the breath, Like every slick sentence got a hand on my neck. I done called my fear “focus,” called my hurt “discipline,” Called my distance “peace” when it was just givin’ in. Now the road run long and my cool run short, And the man in the mirror don’t duck no more. I ain’t holy, ain’t fixed, ain’t fresh out the fire— Just tired of mistakin’ survival for higher. Look— Tank on full but the spirit on fractions, Mouth say “I’m straight” while the chest keep crackin’. Late-night math, I been countin’ wrong blessings, Made a whole art form outta clean misdirection. Still ride smooth, still talk like a vet, Still wear calm like a chain on the neck. But the road got rhythm and the truth got bass, And it hit right different when you run outta space. I ain’t need a crowd, ain’t need no applause, Just one real minute with the mask off guard. And the dark don’t judge, it just hand me the proof— All that cool in my posture couldn’t hide what I knew. Maybe faith ain’t loud. Maybe it’s this— Still drivin’ when I don’t know What tomorrow is. Mm... Still drivin’ anyway. Half a prayer, full tank, Tryna make it through the dark. Half a prayer, full tank, Half a prayer, full tank. No angel on the shoulder, No light tellin’ me what to do— Half a prayer, full tank, Just enough heart to move. No miracle... Still made it this far... Half a prayer, full tank.
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No sermon... no sign... Just road in front of me. Needle just above empty, moon cut thin, Dash glow blue like a bruise on the skin. Low road, slow roll, city way behind, I done spent whole years just buyin’ time. Smoke in the lining, grace in the mouth, Still know how to look like I’m coolin’ it out. But the truth ride shotgun when the night get spare, And the silence in the cabin feel a lot like prayer. Not the kind with hands high— more the kind that leaks, Through a tired jawline and a chest can’t sleep. I ain’t askin’ for a miracle, just enough to steer, Just enough not to drown in what got me here. Half a prayer, full tank, Tryna make it through the dark. Half a prayer, full tank, Half a prayer, full tank. No choir in the distance, No sky crackin’ blue— Half a prayer, full tank, Just enough hope to move. I got guilt in the upholstery, pride in the wheel, Whole lotta old ghosts ridin’ quiet and still. I can rap that pain clean, make it sound like control, Put a silk line on a cracked-up soul. But tonight that game feel thin in the breath, Like every slick sentence got a hand on my neck. I done called my fear “focus,” called my hurt “discipline,” Called my distance “peace” when it was just givin’ in. Now the road run long and my cool run short, And the man in the mirror don’t duck no more. I ain’t holy, ain’t fixed, ain’t fresh out the fire— Just tired of mistakin’ survival for higher. Look— Tank on full but the spirit on fractions, Mouth say “I’m straight” while the chest keep crackin’. Late-night math, I been countin’ wrong blessings, Made a whole art form outta clean misdirection. Still ride smooth, still talk like a vet, Still wear calm like a chain on the neck. But the road got rhythm and the truth got bass, And it hit right different when you run outta space. I ain’t need a crowd, ain’t need no applause, Just one real minute with the mask off guard. And the dark don’t judge, it just hand me the proof— All that cool in my posture couldn’t hide what I knew. Maybe faith ain’t loud. Maybe it’s this— Still drivin’ when I don’t know What tomorrow is. Mm... Still drivin’ anyway. Half a prayer, full tank, Tryna make it through the dark. Half a prayer, full tank, Half a prayer, full tank. No angel on the shoulder, No light tellin’ me what to do— Half a prayer, full tank, Just enough heart to move. No miracle... Still made it this far... Half a prayer, full tank.