Lyrics: Mack Seraph
Music: Julius Bernard Crawford
They say angels fall.
But they don’t talk about the ones that crawl back up.
I ain’t holy. I ain’t evil.
I’m the space in-between—
the sound you hear when heaven loses patience.
Born from static in a preacher’s mic,
halo cracked, still glow in the night.
Concrete altar, I bled on sight,
turned every sin to a satellite.
Words like bullets in a psalmbook clip,
every bar baptized when the bassline hits.
I’m proof that mercy don’t quit—
God made me grimy just to balance His script.
Hands to the sky, feet in the dirt,
Pain in the verse, truth in the hurt.
Every scar that I earn, that’s worth,
Every fall just rebirth.
I’m Mack Seraph! (YEAH)
The halo cracked but the flame still lit!
Crawled through fire, came out legit!
Holy hands in a mosh-pit!
I’m Mack Seraph! (RISE)
Half saint, half savage inside!
Sound of heaven and the south collide—
Spread my wings and let it slide!
I ain’t preachin’ peace, I’m speakin’ balance.
Born in chaos, learned the malice.
Still give thanks when I’m countin’ damage,
’Cause pain the only language that’s valid.
See me float when the drums go bang,
each rhyme cut deep like a chain-gang shank.
Still love the lost, still fear the fake,
still pray to God with my demons awake.
Light and shadow intertwine,
can’t define one without the other line.
Every sinner once was divine,
Every fall a sign of climb.
I’m Mack Seraph! (YEAH)
The halo cracked but the flame still lit!
Crawled through fire, came out legit!
Holy hands in a mosh-pit!
I’m Mack Seraph! (RISE)
Half saint, half savage inside!
Sound of heaven and the south collide—
Spread my wings and let it slide!
Name etched in smoke and scripture.
I ain’t fallin’ no more.
I’m risin’—
Mack Seraph.