If Christ were to leave us (which He promised never to do), could we even trip? The story of Paul’s conversion is more compelling when we see it in the light of who he was before his encounter with Christ on Damascus Road.

Pastor Charles A.R. grants the listener insight on his transformative experience with Jesus and the humility it bred within his walk through this gritty and straightforward musical portrait. Couldn’t Even Trip is one of the latest singles from the highly anticipated Mars Hill album.

The Lyrics

Man I couldn’t even trip
If you said to me so long
And you dipped
Cuz I know I do you wrong
I’m a slip
If I find out that you’re gone
And I missed
Out on ya Grace and I’m alone
Couldn’t even trip

When you were patient when
I went out on that vacay
Pride had me flying till
I went down screaming May Day
Doing my own thing
Sin had me paid slave
Death was the salary
Glad that I missed the pay day
Satan will promise you everything
On a play date
Then he’ll vacate
Send a message saying JK
You just a kid in the spirit
So act your age wait
Ain’t you tired of milk in the spirit
Give me that steak plate
I was Bartimeus blind
Saul on Damascus road
Lost my sight
Paul from the ashes rose
For me they tortured ya
Broke me from my bonds free
They gave you that Florida
Son Nails Palm Tree

Couldn’t even trip
If you said to me so long
And you dipped
Cuz I know I do you wrong
I’m a slip
If I find out that you’re gone
And I missed
Out on ya Grace and I’m alone
Couldn’t even trip

Couldn’t even trip
If you said to me so long
And you dipped
Cuz I know I do you wrong
I’m a slip
If I find out that you’re gone
And I missed
Out on ya Grace and I’m alone
Couldn’t even trip

Arthur & Walker them brothers
Who kept it concrete
Them two street nothing sweet
You know they bond deep
I was that younger brother of 3
Kept myself secluded
Introverted for certain until
I met with music
That pen and pad was my therapy
It brought clarity
And drove to the woman I’d marry
Her name was Mary See
I watched my brother and sister
Pursue the street life
And tried to follow suit
While every night racing the
Street lights
Curfew that’s for who
Man what that curb do
Blinded by a faulty perception
I had a cursed view
Conditioned to a point you won’t
Listen to what the Lord say
You driven but you headed to prison
This isn’t your lane
To those that say that people
Don’t change
I’m saying you’re lame
I went from my addiction to
Women to getting ordained
I prostituted my purpose
My pay was more pain
But everything changed when I’d
Start to call the Lord’s name

Couldn’t even trip
If you said to me so long
And you dipped
Cuz I know I do you wrong
I’m a slip
If I find out that you’re gone
And I missed
Out on ya Grace and I’m alone
Couldn’t even trip

Couldn’t even trip
If you said to me so long
And you dipped
Cuz I know I do you wrong
I’m a slip
If I find out that you’re gone
And I missed
Out on ya Grace and I’m alone
Couldn’t even trip