[COLD OPEN — SPOKEN] Before destruction kicks the door— it usually sends a shadow down the hallway. Wisdom tells you what it looks like. Pay attention. [HOOK] Seven shadows in the hallway, I can hear 'em when they creep, Pride talks loud, but the truth don't lose no sleep. Hands move wrong, wicked feet run fast, One spark in the street make a lifetime burn to ash. So I work like the ant, keep the purpose in control, Guard the door to my heart, put a lock around my soul. Every trap got a voice, every lie got a role— Seven shadows in the hallway—better check your soul. [VERSE 1] I learned hunger got a language and the pavement got a school, Where the loudest one is praised and the patient called a fool. But an ant don't need applause, it prepares before the cold, Little body, heavy vision, moving grain like it is gold. I done slept through opportunity, woke up owing pain interest, Watched tomorrow get repossessed by the choices of the present. So I rise before excuses get permission to perform, Put my faith inside my labor, build a shelter for the storm. No commander on the corner, still I handle my assignment, Discipline is quiet power; every step becomes alignment. You can wish upon a blessing, but the field still needs a hand, God can send the rain from heaven—you still cultivate the land. Poverty can hit like soldiers when your habits leave a gate, Need can pull up like an armed man when preparation waits. I'm not judging anybody; I got scars from being late, Now I move with holy urgency—work, wisdom, watch, and pray. [HOOK] Seven shadows in the hallway, I can hear 'em when they creep, Pride talks loud, but the truth don't lose no sleep. Hands move wrong, wicked feet run fast, One spark in the street make a lifetime burn to ash. So I work like the ant, keep the purpose in control, Guard the door to my heart, put a lock around my soul. Every trap got a voice, every lie got a role— Seven shadows in the hallway—better check your soul. [VERSE 2] First shadow: eyes lifted like they never needed grace, Second: lies sharpened, putting dirt on someone's name. Third: hands innocent blood made permanently stained, Fourth: a heart designing blueprints engineered for pain. Fifth: feet sprinting into evil for the rush and the applause, Sixth: a witness bending truth to put the innocent in bars. Seventh: one who plants division, turns a brother into scars— Seven shadows, one agenda: pull a family apart. I have seen a little rumor make a neighborhood a furnace, Seen a smile conceal a motive while the handshake hid a serpent. Every crooked word returns with extra weight upon the sender, Truth may limp into the courtroom, but it leaves there as the winner. I don't want a proud religion with a hateful disposition, I want mercy with discernment, love with backbone, clear conviction. If my heart becomes the problem, God, expose it with precision— Cut the shadow from the source before it grows into a prison. [BRIDGE — SPOKEN] Proud eyes. A lying tongue. Hands that spill innocent blood. A plotting heart. Feet racing toward evil. A false witness. And the one who sows division. God sees every shadow. [HOOK] Seven shadows in the hallway, I can hear 'em when they creep, Pride talks loud, but the truth don't lose no sleep. Hands move wrong, wicked feet run fast, One spark in the street make a lifetime burn to ash. So I work like the ant, keep the purpose in control, Guard the door to my heart, put a lock around my soul. Every trap got a voice, every lie got a role— Seven shadows in the hallway—better check your soul. [VERSE 3] Then temptation wears perfume, tells your hunger it is harmless, But a flame held to your chest leaves the strongest garment charred up. What looks free inside the moment sends an invoice to the conscience, And desire without a boundary turns a palace to a hostage. I'm protecting what is sacred, I'm not playing with the edge, Every promise needs a guardrail, every covenant a hedge. You can't carry burning coals and then complain about the flesh, Wisdom isn't fear of living—it's what keeps your future blessed. So I'm done co-signing trouble just to prove that I'm accepted, Done confusing being wanted with the feeling of connection. Every shortcut has a tollbooth, every secret leaves a message, Every lesson God has written is a weapon of protection. From the cellblock to the sidewalk, I have watched the warnings stand, Pride will dig a grave in silence, lust will gladly lend a hand. But the Word becomes a flashlight when the darkness makes demands— Seven shadows hit the hallway; I can see 'em where I stand. [FINAL HOOK] Seven shadows in the hallway, I can hear 'em when they creep, Pride talks loud, but the truth don't lose no sleep. Hands move wrong, wicked feet run fast, One spark in the street make a lifetime burn to ash. So I work like the ant, keep the purpose in control, Guard the door to my heart, put a lock around my soul. Every trap got a voice, every lie got a role—