Christian artist with a heart for the streets and the church.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
#139 today
#75 in subgenre
Author
Spencer Goodrich/ Dmytro Luchko
Rights
Dmytro Luchko
Uploaded
November 28, 2025
Track Files
MP3
MP3 7.0 MB • 320 kbps • 3:02
Lossless
WAV 62.0 MB
Meta Data
BPM
95
Key
G min
Vocals
Male
Character
Energy
relaxed, cool
high-energy
Positivity
dark, sad, angry
happy
Appeal
unique
radio-friendly
Lyrics
Chorus
Harder to admit it yeah.
It sounds so ridiculous.
Father freely giving yeah.
I got the power.
I got the power.
I got.
Verse
Yeah uh. You don’t want me to ride.
Camera man you don’t want me in shot.
An avalanche you don’t want me to slide.
If you’re on demon time you don’t want me alive.
Yeah. You don’t want that. Thinking that we’re walking with no power,
I debunk that.
You believe that evil going to tower, but we trump that.
I know where they stomped at,
How He leave and come back?
Living like I’m a prophet.
I don’t think I can stop it.
See the specs on the glass no matter how microscopic uh.
Tree is toxic uh, it’s time to chop it uh.
Before our seeds reproduce what is rotten.
Yeah, try to say His name but it’s not allowed,
And when I write it down they try to blot it out.
I try to paint the picture, but they crop it out.
They wanted clear skies, but I brought a cloud.
Who told you I’m here for peace?
I know that we in a war I’m here to create a fleet.
Here to create a breach, know the name that we preach, we believe that He died and got up without defeat like.
We’re in a culture of death, celebratory rhymes and illegitimate rest.
Entertainment gets tricky, it’s wickedness at its best.
Enemy throwing shots you better sleep in your vest
Chorus
Harder to admit it yeah.
It sounds so ridiculous.
Father freely giving yeah.
I got the power.
I got the power.
I got.
Verse two
It’s evident its dark as melanin before the settlement,
Still the same goal like the old and New Testament. (Sheesh)
Like a wave to a (beach)
When you’re building on sand that’s how you end up the (creek)
Yeah, that money comes with a leash you marvel after them blues you caught in the Mystique (we’re calling till you believe)
Caught up don’t start us, do this for the millions of children with no fathers.
Yeah, tell me what they need the most.
Tell me what I need to know.
Send me where they’re needing hope.
I don’t care if it’s fire, send me where they need the smoke.
Could be bleeding could be tired, but I bet when I see the ghost I got the,
Yeah, the power to overcome and apply abdominal pressure we’re making it hard to stomach.
Making it hard to run it the territory is ours before you disagree you need power. ah
Chorus
Harder to admit it yeah.
It sounds so ridiculous.
Father freely giving yeah.
I got the power.
I got the power.
I got.
