[Intro]
Late-night streetlight, wallet full of wishes
Phone buzzin' in the pocket like a chorus
(soft ad-lib: yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1]
Flicker on Cobb Street where the corner boys grew up,
Two a.m. diner booth, coffee black, hands shook up.
Mama's voice on voicemail—said she prayed when I fell asleep,
Old church steps still cold where I learned how to keep.
Notebook full of receipts, a scrape of a playground name,
I traded comic books for deadlines, learned the cost of fame.
Every red taillight taught me patience, every cold wind taught me plans,
I count small wins in payphones, change jingling in my hands.
[Pre-Chorus]
There was a call at midnight, the kind that wakes the heart,
A whisper that I wasn’t just playin’ some part.
Late fries on the table, a laugh through the thin room glass,
Small mercy, big echo — now we stack what once was past.
[Chorus]
Everything's under His plan (everything's under His plan)
Everything's under His plan (yeah, yeah)
Hands up when the lights bend, we stand
Everything's under His plan (call it out)
[Verse 2]
Headlights cut the freeway like a blade through fog and doubt,
I banked mistakes into lessons, learned what loss was all about.
Found a letter in a jacket from a kid I used to be,
Said "Keep your head, don't fold, you'll make a way to breathe."
City smells like rain tonight, like pennies, ink, and hope,
A subway prophet humming truth on a bench where cold folks cope.
I shot for rooftops, traded fears for a steady drum and hands,
Clip the map, redraw the lines — follow where the light lands.
[Pre-Chorus]
Phone screen lights a smile from the one who kept the faith,
Every late-night promise now a reason to be brave.
We mark the scars like medals, tuck the fear into our coats,
Third floor window, mama nods — we float.
[Chorus]
Everything's under His plan (everything's under His plan)
Everything's under His plan (yeah, yeah)
Hands up when the lights bend, we stand
Everything's under His plan (call it out)
[Bridge]
There were rooms with no heat, and nights that felt like thieves,
Counting bruises on the calendar, hollowed-out beliefs.
I almost sold my story for rent, let silence sign the deed,
Then a stranger left a letter: "You plant, you gotta seed."
Rain sliced through the alley like a surgeon’s steady hand,
I watched a florist tie a ribbon — bought a stem, then I planned.
Confession in the rearview — I begged, I bargained, I ran,
Now the skyline reads my name, but I know it's not mine — it's His plan.
[Chorus — Final]
Everything's under His plan (everything's under His plan)
Everything's under His plan (yeah, yeah — oh)
Hands up when the lights bend, we stand
Everything's under His plan (call it out)
Everything's under His plan (echo: under His plan)
[Outro]
Diner napkin prayers, a laugh that splits the dawn,
A small pair of shoes on the stoop — proof we carried on.
(soft ad-lib repeat: under His plan, under His plan)
Fade out on a streetlight — steady, warm, and on.
