Face in the Dirt - Mental Battleground | Christian Rapcore Rap hardcore Hip Hop Nu Metal

Artist: Face in the Dirt
Álbum: Not Forsaken
Song: Mental Battleground
Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
Yo, listen up, believers, gather 'round, let's converse,
I spit truth sharper than a surgeon's scalpel, rehearsed,
Converted to grace, my rhymes now immersed,
In the Word of God, my mental armor well-versed.
My mind's a battleground, thoughts clash like titans,
Satan's whispers creep in, tryna ignite the fire,
But I'm armored up, helmet on, shield held higher,
Renewing my mind daily, like a spiritual diet.
I spit Psalms like Psalms, melodies of redemption,
My pen's a sword, slicing through deception,
I take thoughts captive, no mental exemption,
No more shady business, just God's inscription.
I'm not afraid of the dark, I'm a light-bearer,
Reformed transformed, no longer a wanderer,
My mind's a temple, Christ the landlord,
Evicting negativity, filling rooms with His Word.

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm not the old me anymore, I'm the redeemed,
Trading my old ways for grace, my sins gleamed,
Bible verses tattooed on my heart, it seems,
I'm a lyrical soldier, fighting battles unseen.

[Chorus]
Guard your mind, it's the frontline of the war,
Where doubts and fears collide, where demons roar,
My mental score’s a nuke deplored,
Think on what's true, noble, lovely—God's galore.

[Verse 2]
I spit fire, but it's holy flames that ignite,
Like Peter, my mind's prepared for the fight,
No more shady deals, no more counterfeit,
I'm repping Christ, my mental fortress legit.
Legacy? Nah! I'm on a new track,
Against anxiety, depression, lies that attack,
With Psalms, Proverbs, and grace, that's my comeback.
In the mental arena, where shadows dance,
I'm lacing up my boots, giving faith a chance,
Ready for battle, full armor stance,
Stand firm against the dark, no happenstance.
Mind's eye on the prize, no room for doubt,
With every scripture, I shut the devil out,
No burnout, peace without a shout,
Perfect trust in the Lord, that's what it's about.
I'm not just spitting bars, I'm preaching a sermon,
The gospel of Matthew, on every word I'm affirming,
Not by bread alone, but by truth that's churning,
In the heart of the believer, the Spirit's burning.

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm not the old me anymore, I'm the redeemed,
Trading my old ways for grace, my sins gleamed,
Bible verses tattooed on my heart, it seems,
I'm a lyrical soldier, fighting battles unseen.

[Chorus]
Guard your mind, it's the frontline of the war,
Where doubts and fears collide, where demons roar,
My mental score’s a nuke deplored,
Think on what's true, noble, lovely—God's galore.

[Verse 3]
So if you're feeling lost in your thoughts,
Remember the verse in Romans, the battle's fought,
But we're more than conquerors, our minds sought,
By the Savior who raps grace, love, and mercy nonstop.
I'm the lyrical prodigy, mind transformed,
Bible verses in my bars, truth unadorned,
A brainstorm, my mental norm,
I spit fire, Holy Spirit's flame, untamed swarm.
It ain't a phase, I’m embraced, He died in my place
Took my case, Old self erased. Heart replaced
His word is my base, hit me like I was maced
War in my thoughts, but I score with grace,
Armor laced, I found my pace, against doubt I race,
Sprinting in space, salvation I chase
No basket case, no more disgrace, of sins-no trace
Waiting for the day I’ll see you face to face

[Chorus]
I'm not the old me anymore, I'm the redeemed,
Trading my old ways for grace, my sins gleamed,
Bible verses tattooed on my heart, it seems,
I'm a lyrical soldier, fighting battles unseen.