Rogue Hallelujah

I found God in a difficult season.

Daddy struggled with substance abuse, mama worked hard to keep the lights on.

I carry her fire, I carry his memories. Both rode with me down every wrong road I ever took.

I walked away from church for a season.

Call it a prodigal heart, call it heartbreak wearing rebellion's clothes. Either way, I ran.

But rough don't mean ruined. I came back rougher around the edges and softer down in my soul- still wearing my mama's crown.

Outlaw Gospel. Dark Country with a soul still fighting for the light. 

Human-inspired lyrics, AI technology helps me produce the final sound and complete the story.

Rogue Hallelujah.
Still walking in His world, one rough mile at a time.