LYRIC FOR SALE

By ISAMAR Lyrics

[Intro – whisper tone, heartbeat bass, distant choir pad]
Yeah…
Funny how you gotta lose yourself…
To finally find yourself.

[Hook]
Had to lose the crown I made
Gold-plated lies I used to save
Built my dreams on fragile glass
Watched it shatter, let it pass
Zero dollars, zero fame
But Heaven whispered my real name
When I had nothing left to hold
That’s when I was stripped to the soul

[Verse 1]
I was chasing numbers like they meant breath
Chasing clout like it conquered death
Held tight to visions of flashing lights
Sacrificed peace for viral nights
Ideas of millions, ego inflated
Every compliment, I celebrated
But inside I was disconnected
Spirit weak, direction neglected
Degrees framed up on my wall
But paper don’t catch you when you fall
Intelligence couldn’t heal confusion
Success was just polished illusion
Wrong decisions I justified
Truth was knocking, I let it slide
Had to crash, had to burn
Had to lose before I learned

[Hook]
Had to lose the crown I made
Gold-plated lies I used to save
Built my dreams on fragile glass
Watched it shatter, let it pass
Zero dollars, zero fame
But Heaven whispered my real name
When I had nothing left to hold
That’s when I was stripped to the soul

[Verse 2]
Everything gone, pride dismantled
Plans I worshiped — canceled
God said, “Son, I need you empty”
Purpose can’t live where ego’s heavy
The road to fame began to fade
Before it ever could be made
Dreams I chased slipped through my hands
Like mercy rewriting plans
I didn’t make it to the throne
Never touched what I thought I’d own
And maybe that was Heaven’s care
Blocking roads that led nowhere
So He peeled it back piece by piece
Till all I had left was knees and peace
Crying in silence, floor cold stone
Finally realizing I’m not alone
Divine intervention disguised as pain
Closed every door tied to my name
Not punishment — correction route
Silence forced the vision out
Now I move different, slow and aware
Every sunrise answered prayer
Helping myself so I can guide
Walking with truth, no more pride

[Bridge]
I thought purpose was popularity.
Thought wealth meant security.
But purpose is obedience.
And security… is proximity to God.

[Final Hook]
Had to lose the crown I made
Let go dreams that would’ve enslaved
Fame I chased was never mine
God replaced it with design
The life I wanted had to fade
Dreams I built just disobeyed
Not rejection — redirection
Not defeat — divine protection
From zero ground my soul was shaped
From empty hands my heart escaped
I didn’t make it — I was spared
Now I live awake, aware.