From red dirt roads to concrete hells…
Same prayers, different bells…

Raised where the pews were louder than the pain,
Mama prayed hard, daddy worked in the rain.
Learned right from wrong in a one-stop town,
Where the biggest dream was just gettin’ out.
Now I’m cityside countin’ sins like change,
Still say “yes sir” even when life’s deranged.
Got a Bible verse stuck in my muscle memory,
But temptation speak fluent in my new zip code to me.

Yeah, I’m torn in the middle of the truth I was taught
And the man I became from the lessons I bought…

Brick & Bible Belt, I’m caught in between,
Sunday mornin’ faith, Saturday night dreams.
Tryna hold the line, but the city don’t kneel,
Still bow my head when the pressure gets real.
Brick & Bible Belt—yeah, I wear both well,
Got heaven in my heart, got fire in my cells.

I still hear my hometown when I close my eyes,
But the skyline talks louder every time I rise.
I don’t drink the same, I don’t pray the same,
But I still feel shame when I say my name.
Got a neon cross where the steeple used to be,
Same God listenin’, just a different frequency.
And I ain’t ashamed of the man I’ve grown—
Just tryin’ not to forget where my roots were sown.

Yeah, I’m torn in the middle of the truth I was taught
And the man I became from the lessons I bought…

Brick & Bible Belt, I’m caught in between,
Sunday mornin’ faith, Saturday night dreams.
Tryna hold the line, but the city don’t kneel,
Still bow my head when the pressure gets real.
Brick & Bible Belt—yeah, I wear both well,
Got heaven in my heart, got fire in my cells.

If I don’t fit the mold, that’s okay with me…
I’m just buildin’ faith in a new geography…

Brick & Bible Belt, let the truth be told,
I ain’t lost—I just walk a different road.
Every scar I earned, every vow I felt,
Made me more than a product of a zip code shelf.
Brick & Bible Belt—yeah, I stand right here,
Still believe in grace, still refuse the fear.

Same prayers… different streets…