Rose Up

(Verse 1:) Out here on these rough streets, trying to stay on my feet, Every step, every breath, every heartbeat, Felt the weight of the world, pressing down hard, Looking for hope, flipping through the words of the Lord. I read Philippians, four thirteen, it speaks to me, Saying I can do all things, cause Christ strengthens me. It's more than just words, it's a lifeline, In this battlefield of life, it's my frontline. Struggles on my back, but my spirit's intact, Through Christ, who guides me, I counterattack. A soldier in the fight, got my armor of light, God's my strength, now I’m standing upright. (Verse 2:) Yo, I step in the game, with the Word as my shield, Brooklyn to the Bible, I refuse to yield. Rhymes deep as psalms, flow smooth, disarm, Through Christ, who's with me, I bring the calm. Every trial, every test, I’m blessed, no stress, Philippians in my heart, east coast to west. Big Poppa don’t stop, got the faith that pops, Christ within, so I rise to the top. From nothing to something, wasn’t always this way, Had to struggle, had to hustle, had to pray. Now I roll through the storm, no harm, I’m reborn, Christ my strength, so I blow my horn. Chorus: Through Christ, I can do all things, rise up, spread my wings, From the valley to the mount, feel the strength He brings. From the streets to the scripture, it’s a holy fixture, Philippians 4:13, paint the picture. [Chorus] Through Christ, I can do all things, rise up, spread my wings, From the valley to the mount, feel the strength He brings. From the streets to the scripture, it’s a holy fixture, Philippians 4:13, paint the picture. [verse 3] In the lab with a pen and a dream, God’s voice in my stream, Studied the path, the prophets and kings, in the margins I lean. From QB to the Nazarene, got visions to glean, Word’s power, more than it seems, shaping scenes unseen. Scripture my backbone, when life feels too gone, Queensbridge to Golgotha, I travel on. Philippians my anthem, it’s deep in my chest, Pushing through the pain, blessed, in His rest. Faced giants, felt David’s sling, now watch me swing, Every verse a psalm, every rhyme a hymn I bring. Lessons learned, bridges burned, now it’s my turn, Fuelled by the Word, for this peace I yearn. Reflect on my journey, from streets to the steeple, Words sewn in the soul, not just ink on the people. Through Christ, the impossible, now I see feasible, “I can do all things,” not just a phrase, it’s real, believe it, people. [chorus] Through Christ, I can do all things, rise up, spread my wings, From the valley to the mount, feel the strength He brings. From the streets to the scripture, it’s a holy fixture, Philippians 4:13, paint the picture. [end]