Faith. Fire. Finish Line – “We Ain’t Done” Is Out

A high-octane anthem of perseverance and faith, “We Ain’t Done” unites Craig Watson with Ron Smith and Baruch over powerful, trumpet-laced production from Marv4MoBeats and his son J-Littro. The track charges forward with unshakable energy and conviction, declaring that the mission isn’t finished until God says so.“We Ain’t Done” is both a victory lap and a rally cry — born of endurance, anchored in Philippians 3:14: “I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.”  Listeners will feel the pulse of Hip-Hop fused with a warrior’s spirit as Craig, Ron, and Baruch remind believers that through faith and perseverance, we rise again and again.

(Intro)
It’s about that time—Craig Watson, Baruch, Ron Smith, HCR, let’s go!

(Hook)
We gon’ go, we gon’ win, champion, born and sent,
Covered by the blood, born again.
We ain’t done—still got work, still got purpose, homie.
We ain’t done—still got work, still got purpose, homie.

We gon’ go, we gon’ win, champion, born and sent,
Covered by the blood, born again.
We ain’t done—still got work, still got purpose, homie.
We ain’t done—still got work, still got purpose, homie.

(Verse 1 – Craig Watson)
I got the army behind me, I walk to the war that God told me.
He split the sea, now I see — His Spirit flowing through me.
I looked at the enemy’s eyes and said, “Give up the keys!”
I fund the praise and aim Jesus — never bow to false leaders.

They threw me to the lions, but I rose as a keeper,
Faith unshaken, heart of a believer.
Still I don’t panic, I float like Atlantis,
Heaven’s plan in motion — God is my canvas.

(Hook)
We gon’ go, we gon’ win, champion, born and sent,
Covered by the blood, born again.
We ain’t done—still got work, still got purpose, homie.
We ain’t done—still got work, still got purpose, homie.

(Verse 2 – Ron Smith & Baruch)
1 a.m. — heard the voice of God, said, “Son, it’s time to get up.”
All gas, no brakes, like a dirt road in a truck.
2 a.m. — in the secret place, slid in like a puck.
3 a.m. — intercession, ain’t no signs of givin’ up.

By four, five, six, I saw prophecy rising up.
Sunset to sunrise — still locked in, no cup.
It’s up there and He’s stuck; we ain’t ducking the change.
We soaring on faith — no fear in our veins.

(Bridge)
Wings in the car, no truths removed.
They might try to squeeze our juice, but they can’t take these roots.
Resurrect my pen, watch it move with grace.
Set aside sin, eyes on the finish race.

(Hook – Final)
We gon’ go, we gon’ win, champion, born and sent,
Covered by the blood, born again.
We ain’t done—still got work, still got purpose, homie.
We ain’t done—still got work, still got purpose, homie.