Bootstain on the Bible Verse 1 I learned my prayers in alleyways, Neon saints and switchblade grace. Halo cracked, but still I kneel To the things that almost heal. Mama said, “God’s watching, kid,” But He blinked when I did what I did. I kissed the mouth that lied to me Like forgiveness was chemistry. Pre-Chorus They taught me sin in lowercase, Called it love, called it fate. If heaven’s clean, I don’t belong— I track the dirt where I come from. Chorus There’s a bootstain on the Bible, From the night I chose myself. If salvation’s meant for saints, Then I’ll rot with everybody else. I don’t pray, I just survive— Faith tastes better when it’s vile. Yeah, I left my mark on holy pages: Bootstain on the Bible. Verse 2 I tried to wash my hands in truth, But the water tasted used. Every promise came with strings, Every choir wanted kings. I watched the pure turn cruel with ease, Gold-plated guilt on bended knees. They said, “Confess and you’ll be clean,” But shame don’t leave, it just learns to sing. Pre-Chorus If mercy’s real, it missed my street, Took a cab, forgot my name. I lit a match to certainty— Found warmth inside the flame. Chorus There’s a bootstain on the Bible, From the night I chose my skin. If love’s a door you must be pure to use, I’ll kick it in. I don’t pray, I just survive— Hope looks better when it’s wild. Yeah, I left my truth in black and oil: Bootstain on the Bible. Bridge Maybe God’s not up in heaven, Maybe He’s in the mess we hide. In the ache we never tweet about, In the part we can’t sanitize. If holiness means looking away, Then damn it—I looked straight. I’d rather bleed honest than live polite, I’d rather burn than beg for light. Breakdown (half-time) If you’ve never been starving, Don’t tell me about grace. If you’ve never been desperate, Don’t quote me faith. Final Chorus There’s a bootstain on the Bible, Proof I was here, alive. If redemption needs permission, I’m done waiting in line. I don’t kneel, I don’t smile— I carve my name in the trial. Let the angels clutch their pearls in horror— I stood my ground on sacred soil. Outro with a bootstain on the— bootstain on the Bible… I chose my blood over borrowed revival, I walked out breathing— with a bootstain on the Bible.
