[Spoken Intro ] They gave me numbers before they ever learned my name. Tried to measure my worth by the worst day of my life. But heaven never called me by a number. And when God looked down through all those stars... He still knew exactly where I was. [Hook] I was stamped by heaven, even buried in the dirt, Had to walk through fire just to understand my worth. They could number my body, couldn't number my soul, Put a wall around the flesh, God was shaping the gold. I came out with the scars, but the scars tell truth, Every wound got a voice, every loss got proof. They said, "That's who you were"—I said, "Watch what I become." Stamped by heaven—ain't no prison holding what I've become. [Verse 1] Concrete sunrise, steel doors, cold trays, Twenty-four years watching life move both ways. Names disappeared, everybody had digits, System saw a file—I saw souls in the trenches. I learned pain got a language when nobody listens, Hope gets real quiet when you're living in a prison. But I stared through a window where the night broke apart, Saw a sky full of stars and felt God in my heart. How could I be this small and still matter to You? Billions burning above, but You remembered me too. That's when chains got weaker though the locks stayed strong, Freedom started inside before they let me go home. See, a cell can hold flesh, can't incarcerate purpose, Can't bury God's plan just because a man hurting. I wasn't thrown away—I was being rebuilt, Grace turned a sentence into something heaven could use. [Hook] I was stamped by heaven, even buried in the dirt, Had to walk through fire just to understand my worth. They could number my body, couldn't number my soul, Put a wall around the flesh, God was shaping the gold. I came out with the scars, but the scars tell truth, Every wound got a voice, every loss got proof. They said, "That's who you were"—I said, "Watch what I become." Stamped by heaven—ain't no prison holding what I've become. [Verse 2] Now I look at the forgotten and I recognize faces, Men under bridges, women fighting addictions. Kids getting bounced through a system full of strangers, People judged by mistakes instead of measuring their changes. I know what it feels like when the world walks past, Like your future got buried underneath your past. So if God gave me breath, then my breath got assignment, Speak for the ones whose pain gets met with silence. Power ain't a throne, power's carrying weight, Opening a door when somebody meets a gate. If dominion means anything, it means serving the weak, Not standing above them—it means getting in the street. I ain't looking for a crown made of diamonds and applause, Give me one made of duty, sacrifice, and scars. If the least get forgotten, then I'm calling their names, Because heaven remembered mine when I was drowning in shame. [Bridge ] I survived for a reason. Not to stand over people... But to stand with them. Not to hide my scars... But to show somebody else that scars can close. God didn't give me another chapter so I could keep the story to myself. [Verse 3] So write my name clear when you speak on creation, Anthony Reese—testimony turned declaration. Every bar got fingerprints, every thought got a root, Every line came alive from a life lived in truth. This ain't manufactured pain for a streaming reaction, This is twenty-four years turned to purposeful action. This is foster-care wounds meeting faith in the night, This is darkness finding out it couldn't murder the light. I'm not claiming perfection, I'm claiming direction, Grace gave the broken man another resurrection. And if one lost soul hears this and decides not to quit, Every tear in these verses was worth every bit. So when history asks what I did with my freedom, Tell 'em I reached for the forgotten because I could see 'em. Tell 'em I knew what a number can do to a man, So I gave people names and I gave people hands. I'm still here. Still building. Still learning what mercy means. I didn't come out empty— I came out carrying purpose. [Final Hook] I was stamped by heaven, even buried in the dirt, Had to walk through fire just to understand my worth. They could number my body, couldn't number my soul, Put a wall around the flesh, God was shaping the gold. Now I walk with the scars like a signature proof, Every wound got redeemed when I gave it the truth. They said, "That's who you were"—God said, "Look what you've become." Stamped by heaven. And I'm only getting started. [Outro ] Written & Created by Anthony Reese Creative Direction: Anthony Reese AI-assisted production using SongGPT Human creative authorship, testimony, lyrical concept, themes, structure, narrative direction, and artistic direction: Anthony Reese