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8:28
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Aug 12, 2026 updated
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Lecrae's song "8:28" is a Christian hip-hop track that encourages listeners to trust God through life's hardships. The song acknowledges personal struggles like insecurity, family issues, and grief, while pointing to the hope found in faith. Lecrae references the biblical promise that all things work together for good, urging perseverance and keeping one's focus on God. The lyrics emphasize that pain can lead to growth and that God can turn messes into masterpieces. It's a message of reassurance and strength for those facing difficult circumstances.
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[Lewis Sky:]
It's gon' all work out sooner than later
You don't have to worry 'bout tomorrow
It's gon' work out in your favor
Just keep your head to the sky
Keep your eyes on the prize
Just keep your head to the sky
Keep your eyes on the prize
[Lecrae:]
Man, I'm insecure and I'm so unsure
My motives don't be the purest seed of my little sister
Prolly need me, I ain't been around, and I ain't tried to lead her, ugh!
Help me, Lord, I ain't ever have no daddy
Feel like a failin' father tryna raise my family
I've seen cancer take my lady's pops and he fought so hard
And we cried so hard, but sometimes life's so dark
But he told me, "Boy, you keep yo' head up, never let up, and never give up, and don't cry for me 'cause I'ma live up in the sky"
Let it all work out, that pain gon' make you stronger
That hurt gon' make you a leader, don't make that make you a monster
In the middle of the darkest heart is heartless tarnished carnage
The Master Artist makes your mess a masterpiece regardless
[Lewis Sky:]
It's gon' all work out sooner than later
You don't have to worry 'bout tomorrow
It's gon' work out in your favor
Just keep your head to the sky
Keep your eyes on the prize
Just keep your head to the sky
Keep your eyes on the prize
[Lecrae:]
Yeah, I've seen pretty girls feel so ugly that they hate livin'
I've seen rich men have everything but have no friends
I've seen baby mommas put restrainin' orders on good fathers
I've seen single mothers work three jobs but they still in college
Eight year, gettin' two degrees, slaved away for a bachelor's
Then eight more payin' huge fees, still a slave to her master's
Feelin' a way, makin' a minmum wage
But at the end of the day
Feelin' so grateful
Bills still paid, so no room to complain
We all got deep wounds, ugly scars, black marks
Just left rehab, still got track marks
Let it all work out and let the light shine through
'Cause you can't be them and they can't be you
[Lewis Sky:]
It's gon' all work out sooner than later
You don't have to worry 'bout tomorrow
It's gon' work out in your favor
Just keep your head to the sky
Keep your eyes on the prize
Just keep your head to the sky
Keep your eyes on the prize, yeah, oh
Oh
Oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh, hey