Lyrics
Angels in suits, halos cracked,
Trading souls on government tracks.
Kids in foster, bills in motion,
White collar demons swimming in oceans.
Crosses hung in chambers of sin,
But ain't no Jesus ever walked in.
False shepherds with golden pens,
Plotting against means to holy ends.
My child's name became a fund,
Sold her trauma for a lump-sum run.
But I’m still standing, crown of scars,
Bleeding verses into prison bars.
You see a case — I see a soul,
Every file stamped with control.
But God don’t sleep, and fire sings,
I’m here to break corrupted wings.
🕊️ Take Action
- 💔 Share your story if your child was taken with no due process
- 🎤 Write a 4-bar prayer and post it in your community
- 🕯️ Hold vigil at your local courthouse — document it
If your halo cracked under injustice, this one’s for you. You are still divine. You are still light.