[VERBATIM TRANSCRIPT — exact words from your audio] The Testimony Streets, Steel and Salvation Listen Cell light flickers, concrete taste and stale coffee steam Trace lies, metal clang, I map memories like a metal seam Summer night, sirens breeded with a preacher's hymn A flash of knock, my world tilted, ringing Then it dimmed, gunshot punctuation Not a picture, just a sudden hush Cold on my temple, the universe compressed to a single rush They folded me like a report card, covered hopes, locked the gate Prison air smelled like old prayers and late night fate I whispered scripture under breath, syllables like salt to wounds Counted ceiling cracks, turned bars into hymn lines and tunes Internal rhymes keep me steady, steady hands, steady plans I learned to plant palms in a cell, let faith farm the land Heartbeat met the rafters, prayer pressed against the pain A thin thread through the dark, a lifeline through the rain I muttered, God, I'm here, what a concrete hell, my name Every scar a sermon, every night baptized in flame I rise, bullet scars, battle God's arc Chains turned, chorus light split the dark I rise, praying hard, walking marked End times whisper, I sing stamped in spark Flashbacks hit like thunder, a radio on low, the taste of fear Night's my pillow, here's the pop and I wake, eyes rimmed with tear PTSD in the mirror, I clapped and flinch in my own clap But grace is a surgeon who keeps cutting chains, not caps I learned the gospel cadence in the clank of the chow line Rhyme, multi-syllable salvation, rhythm, reason, rescue time The yard smelled of diesel, old smoke and whiskey memory But every step I made was toward a pulpit of recovery Scriptures under my tongue like contraband contrived to save Prayers braided with the sun, crawling slow across the grave And the days talk on the news, signs in sky and streetlight cracks I nod, I hustle holiness, I keep my witness packed Low voice, breath tight, I move from whisper to a shout Found chords in collapse, found a road map in doubt The echo of the bullet turned into a song, I spark Every tremor taught my tongue to turn a dark to mark I rise, bullet scars, battled by dark Chains turned, chorus light split the dark I rise, praying hard, walking marked End times whisper, I sing stamped in spark Tested, baptized in fire My faith stayed bold, nightmares stitched into hope A story told, silence taught me language Pain wrote the part, my scars a map of mercy Carved across my heart, they told me I was finished Funeral notes on a breathy track, but resurrection's not a moment It's a movement, bring it back, I see the end of days Like a final chorus we rehearse, not to fear the curtain falling But to lift it with a verse, bars that once boxed me An outlined list of praise, my voice a ledger Every ledger, better drink it pays My voice a ledger, every ledger, I'm loving drinking praise My voice a ledger, every ledger, I'm in drinking pace --- [PERFORMANCE-READY — Gospel Rap arrangement] Intro (4–8