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Air to Breathe
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A porch-light folk confession about the city a father fled and the one he built at his own supper table — seven days on generational sin, honest repentance, and the God who breaks the proverb so our children can breathe clean air.
"Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest."
A song for the road you're on.
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Air to Breathe Dirt Road Gospel Music DirtRoadGospelMusic.com [Verse 1] I walked out of the twin cities at seventeen With a duffel bag, a scar, and a vow Said I'd raise my kids where the air runs clean Far away from the fire and the crowd I nailed up a house on higher ground Hung a cross on the kitchen wall But a man can move a thousand miles And never leave the city at all [Chorus] 'Cause I built a city with my own two hands Brick by brick from the one I fled Pride sat down at my supper table Wearing my face, eating my bread My children never saw Gomorrah But they learned its songs from me Lord, the smoke I thought I'd outrun Is the air my babies breathe [Verse 2] Last night my boy laughed at the preacher The same laugh I gave when I was his age And it hit me like brimstone through the ceiling He ain't rebelling — he's turning my page I found my girl learning love from a screen light 'Cause borrowed love's the only kind I showed And I stood in that hallway like Lot's wife Frozen, looking back down the road [Chorus] 'Cause I built a city with my own two hands Brick by brick from the one I fled Pride sat down at my supper table Wearing my face, eating my bread My children never saw Gomorrah But they learned its songs from me Lord, the smoke I thought I'd outrun Is the air my babies breathe [Bridge] They say the fathers ate the sour grapes And the children's teeth are set on edge But You swore that old proverb dies The soul that turns will live instead So I'm turning, Lord, I'm turning At my own table, on my knees [Final Chorus] Come tear down the city I built with my hands Break it brick by brick to the ground Sit Yourself down at my supper table Let my children hear a different sound They never saw Gomorrah Don't let them learn its songs from me Take the smoke I couldn't outrun And give my babies air to breathe [Outro] Wash the city off my bloodline Burn the title, burn the deed Let the only fire on this house Be the one that sets us free Air to breathe... air to breathe... Give my children air to breathe