Thanksgiving Anthem for GOD’s Love

Lyrics

Burg City Records in Poetic Collaboration with tHE JB StUDiOs presents; Street Motivation: Thanksgiving Anthem for GOD’s Love > "From the muddy trenches to the golden tables—grace didn’t just look for us; it carried us through the storm." > [Intro: The Awakening] (Beat drops slow, heavy bass like a heartbeat, mixed with the distant sound of early morning Lagos/Benin traffic and a soulful acoustic guitar) Voiceover (Gritty, passionate, spoken straight from the soul): "They said we wouldn't see the sunrise. They looked at the scars and counted us out. But look at us now. Standing tall. Breathing. Winning. This one is for the trenches. For every hustle that turned into a harvest. We’re not just surviving; we’re testifying. Turn the speakers up. Let the universe hear this gratitude." [Verse 1] (Beat kicks in with a steady, rhythmic hip-hop bounce and a soaring choir humming in the background) Woke up this morning, checked the pulse, still ticking Mama said “Pikin, no weapon fashioned against you is winning” We walked through the valley where the shadows dey thick Where one wrong move could make the whole structure flick They stacked up the odds, they wrote down our names Said we’d end up casualties inside of the games But Oluwa stepped in, He altered the script Turned all of our heavy stones into stepping chips! Pre-Chorus: When the pocket was dry and the spirit was low When nobody cared where a brother would go There was a Grace that was holding my hand Turning the dust to a promised land! [Chorus] (Full choir erupts, energetic and triumphant) Sing Halleluyah! Let the street bells ring! Na God’s love be the reason we dey sing! From zero to hero, He broke every chain He washed all our sorrows, He took all our pain! Oh, GBAM! Grace found us in the gutter! His love sweet pass butter! We give Him the glory forever and ever! Yeah, His love is the ultimate lever! [Verse 2] (Beat smooths out, trap-soul vibe with crisp hi-hats) Now look at the table, see how it is spread Crown on the head, blessings over the bread Dem think say na jazz, dem think say na skill Dem no know say na Baba wey dey pay the bill From trekking the miles to cruising the whip Na the same Almighty wey steady the ship No be by our power, no be by our strength His love for the ghetto dey cover the length! Pre-Chorus: When the pocket was dry and the spirit was low When nobody cared where a brother would go There was a Grace that was holding my hand Turning the dust to a promised land! Check the frequency, steady the synergy, enemy energy neutralized instantly! Look at the path where they laid out the traps, but the Almighty covered the identity! No cap, no slack, we bounce right back from the valley of shadow and misery! They thought we would drown in the weight of the crown, but we turned all the pain to a victory! See the pain in the ghetto, the rain on the metal, the struggle we battle on daily! But His mercy dey shield us, His power dey build us, His favor dey script it amazingly! From the concrete jungle where lions dey rumble, we stepped through the fire unshaken! Every weapon they forged against children of grace got shattered and taken and broken! Dem say we go crash, dem say we go fade, dem wait for the ship to go under! Mahn, God dropped the thunder, split up the water, and left all the mockers in wonder! So we fast-track the progress, no excess, no stress, just blessings accumulating! From the mud to the mansion, the grace is expanding, the heavens are celebrating! E dey pain them how we rise up from the basement to the topmost tier! When the King of kings dey lead the platoon, tell me who the hell we go fear?! ​[Bridge: The Rapid-Fire Echo] ​(Beat drops to a heavy, slow, sub-bass pulse while the vocals reverberate in a fast double-time delay) ​No weapon! No failure! No setback! No barrier! Grace is the carrier! Love is the warrior! Raise up the banner! Shout Halleluyah! [Chorus] (Explosive energy, ad-libs echoing) Sing Halleluyah! Let the street bells ring! Na God’s love be the reason we dey sing! From zero to hero, He broke every chain He washed all our sorrows, He took all our pain! Oh, GBAM! Grace found us in the gutter! His love sweet pass butter! We give Him the glory forever and ever! Yeah, His love is the ultimate lever! [Bridge: The Street Testimony] (Music strips back to just a rhythmic clop and a heavy kick drum. Spoken with raw conviction) "If you’ve ever slept on an empty stomach and woke up to a miracle… If you’ve ever walked past the pit they dug for you… Then you know this isn't just a song. This is a lifestyle. Every breath is a thank you. Every win is an altar. Lift your hands wherever you are—on the street, in the bus, in the office. Give Him the praise!" [Outro: The Victory Lap] (Beats swell, horns blaring, fading into a joyful celebration) No looking back. The past is buried. The future is golden. His love no get expiry date. Amen and Amen. (Fade out with cheerful street cheers, laughter, and a final heavy bass drop)