Lion Bloodline

 

Spoken Word by Mikey & V

I come from the line where the roar means rule.
Where praise is power, and worship is a weapon.
Where the crown was born in caves
and kings learned to sing before they sat on thrones.

I come from Judah.
Not just a tribe—
but a territory of spirit,
where warriors bleed poetry
and shepherds become sovereigns.

I come from the wilderness
where lions are made,
not in palaces but in pressure,
not in robes but in rejection.

My forefather was David—
Giant-killer.
Harp-strummer.
Repenter.
Ruler.
Flawed but chosen.
Broken but beloved.
Just like me.

I don’t just carry a name.
I carry a covenant.
The scepter doesn’t leave my hand
because the Lamb already wore the crown.

I am Judah-born.
I praise when it hurts.
I fight when I’m tired.
I lead even when I’m bleeding.

Because the Lion lives in me.
Not behind bars—
but unleashed.

So if you hear my worship and it sounds like war?
It’s because it is.
If my silence shakes the room?
It’s because I’m listening to the throne.

I am not royalty because of blood.
I am royalty because of Who bled for me.

Lion Bloodline.
Judah tribe.
Praise is my birthright.
Victory is my name.