Yeah…
This ain’t peace — it’s proof I survived.
The glow ain’t gentle — it’s gasoline and pride.
Let’s ride.

I talk like thunder, think like smoke,
Bleed in bars, still breathe in hope.
Every scar on my verse got a pulse I wrote,
Turn pain to profit, turn flame to quote.
I’ve been baptized in burnout light,
Ain’t a halo left that fits just right.
I sin in rhythm, confess in rhyme,
And still make faith sound like a punchline.
These hands built dreams from the concrete veins,
Where mercy’s a hustle and guilt’s a chain.
You can’t save what was born to run —
So I sold my crown for a loaded tongue.

I don’t need closure, I need control,
Every wound I write refines my soul.

This the morning after glow —
Still high off the highs and the holy lows.
I don’t need grace, I just need a pen,
To tell the truth I bent again.
Yeah, I made peace with the wreck I own,
Every scar still sets the tone.
I’m not healed — I’m just harder to break,
And I shine like I meant the ache.

Yeah, I’m too poetic to quit, too flawed to freeze,
I turn trauma into symphonies.
Every no I got was a verse I wrote,
Every ghost I lost still clears my throat.
They said “grow up,” I said “grow through,”
Now every bruise got a better view.
I don’t chase crowns or holy dust,
I build empires from broken trust.
See, I’ve danced with failure, drank with pain,
We toast to loss — we don’t do shame.
And I still spit bars like prayers half-drunk,
With God in the booth sayin’ “turn that up.”

Yeah, I don’t repent, I rephrase,
Turn every sin into something that stays.

This the morning after glow —
Still high off the highs and the holy lows.
I don’t need grace, I just need a pen,
To tell the truth I bent again.
Yeah, I made peace with the wreck I own,
Every scar still sets the tone.
I’m not healed — I’m just harder to break,
And I shine like I meant the ache.

No closure, no calm, no curtain fall
Just verses sprawled on the bathroom wall.
Every line’s a mirror, every bar’s a bruise,
Every loss I lived turned to something I use.
I been heaven’s reject, hell’s refrain,
Gold-plated sinner in the holy rain.
If redemption calls, let it leave a tone —
I’m too busy buildin’ thrones outta bones.
This the morning after glow —
This the morning after glow —
Last breath, first show.
We don’t heal, we evolve slow,
Just learn which scars still glow.
So don’t wait for peace to call,
We ain’t meant to solve it all.
Just light what’s left and let it show —
Yeah, this the morning after glow.

You wanted closure?
I wanted control.
Guess that’s the difference
Between heaven and a goal.