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Christ Over Control

"You can’t out-drink what you hold inside." We try to control the pain with distractions—the scrolling, the substances, the "blue glow" at 2 AM. "Christ Over Control" is a track about the exhaustion of trying to be the master of your own numbness. It exposes the lie that we can manage our "private riots" on our own and points to the truth: the moment you stop trying to control the storm is the moment you find the One who walks on the water. This isn't about behavior modification; it's about heart transformation. It’s God stepping into your "sock drawer" secrets not to judge you, but to show you that your hunger is actually for Him. #NoahShaffer #ChristOverControl #Recovery #ChristianHipHop #SpokenSoul #Surrender #CounselorOfTheMostHigh [Hook] Crowd think they run it (run it) Crowd think they hold that soul But the grip keep slippin’, yeah Christ over every control [Verse 1] Step in the circle, sandals on concrete Dust on My hem from your timelines and tweets You scroll for a savior in a blue-glow screen But your thumb never bled for the things you seek You bargain with fear like a street-side dealer “I’ll be good, I’ll be clean, just heal me” You stack good deeds like a tower toward heaven But the bricks all crack where the pride keeps swelling You chant your mantras, you count your beads You tithe your time to your own routines You preach, “I got this, I shape my fate” While your lungs take loans on My borrowed grace You chase that mirror, flex that frame Diet, doctrine, likes, and fame But the grave don’t care ’bout a brand or name Every crown on earth goes back to clay You code your rules like a private religion Fine-print faith with a loophole vision “I’ll fix myself, then I’ll call Your name” You clean the cup, leave the heart the same You fear that silence, can’t sit in the quiet So you fill it with noise, with a schedule riot You call that order, I call that cage Control is the costume your panic made You think surrender is a weak man’s pose But I carried that cross where your strength let go When the nails bit deep, when the sky went black All your backup plans fell flat You’re not a puppet, I gave you a choice But every breath you take comes signed by My voice Free will dancing on a fragile thread Yet you act like you raised yourself from the dead You draw your charts, you forecast weather You hedge your bets, stack safety measures But you still can’t measure when your heart stops beatin’ Can’t schedule that meeting with the One you needin’ You build white-knuckle religion, tight grip pious Shoutin’ “I did this!” to a silent virus Control is a god with a glass jaw, kid One soft hit and it shatters where you hid You think that karma gonna cut that deal You think that tally on your wristband’s real You think one more vow gonna vault that wall But ladders made of ego always fall I saw you in the bathroom, eyes on the sink Hands on the counter, scared to blink Whisperin’, “If I change enough, I’m safe” But shame won’t save you, grace will, wait You treat Me like a last resort Fire-escape faith when your plans fall short But I’m Lord of the loss and the long-before Been King of your chaos since age four You say “I got saved when I fixed my life” Let Me cut that lie with a surgeon’s knife You got saved when I stepped in your night When I loved you first before you tried Salvation ain’t a product, can’t earn that prize Can’t swipe that card with your alibis You can’t out-plan death with a spreadsheet soul You can’t micromanage what I already hold You want a checklist? Here’s one line: You bring the sin, I bring the spine You bring the ruin, I bring the robe You bring the grave, I break that stone When I said “It’s finished,” that wasn’t a slogan That was shackles snapped, that was debt overwritten You’re clingin’ to the wheel of a parked-up car While I’m speakin’ worlds, hangin’ every star You pray like a lawyer, case all tight Present your record like I owe you life But I’m not impressed by rehearsed control I’m moved by a heart that admits, “Let go” You hide in religion like a tailored suit Tie on doctrines, polish truth But if you miss Me while you quote My lines That’s a cage of code on a dead vine I sat with the sinners, I cut through show I touched raw wounds that the proud won’t show Your self-made ladder never reached My throne So I came down, called your shame My own You ain’t