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Blame it on me, hell, I’m used to that,
I’ve been the fall guy wearin’ every scar on my back.
Every time the world slips, you point straight at my name,
Like I’m the hinge on the door of your hurt and your pain.
I walk tall, but you ain’t seen the cracks in my spine,
Carry storms in my chest, but I say I’m doin’ fine.
Smile like steel when the rust’s settin’ in,
Holdin’ thunder in my throat, tryin’ not to break again.
“Hold on, hold on… the strong still fall.”
Terry Thompson let his monsters run loose,
Lions, tigers, wolves in the night breakin’ loose from the noose.
World looked wild, but I been livin’ in the same kinda mess,
Tryin’ to tame every beast clawin’ holes in my chest.
Joe Exotic on the screen makin’ crazy look fun,
But real life claws deeper when you ain’t got nowhere to run.
Feels like I’m stuck in a zoo built of my mistakes,
Bars made of memories my heart still shakes.
“Hold steady.”
“Stand ready.”
No honor among thieves, that’s an old, worn truth,
So why am I expected to be honorable too?
Everybody takin’, nobody tryin’ to pay,
But I keep layin’ down pieces of me anyway.
Blame it on me—go on, load me with the blame,
I been baptized in heartbreak, washed in the shame.
Still I rise like a hymn when the night gets cold,
Broken bones, but a fire burnin’ deep in my soul.
Yeah, blame it on me—been your target for years,
But I’ll carry this pain till it turns into gears.
And the choir keeps singin’ my sins in the key of truth,
While I fight off demons tryin’ to tear out my roots.
Smoke therapy hittin’ harder than it used to do,
Tryin’ to calm the war in me, but it’s killin’ me too.
Demons got their hands ’round the back of my mind,
Tryin’ to drag me through the dirt I thought I left behind.
But I still crack the Bible open when the night gets mean,
Red letters glowin’ like fire keep my heartbeat clean.
Psalm on my tongue, Revelation in my eyes,
Prayin’ blues through the smoke as the darkness dies.
Yeah, I ain’t perfect… never claimed I was.
But I stand on my feet even when the ground gives up.
If this life’s a gamble, I done bet my last breath,
Still singin’ hallelujah in the shadow of death.
“Rise again… rise again…”
Blame it on me—don’t matter anymore,
My heart’s taken hits you’ll never keep score.
But I’ll turn every burden into somethin’ that shines,
Like gold forged in trouble, like hope in the mines.
Blame it on me—yeah, I’ll shoulder the weight,
I been walkin’ through storms that’d make strong men break.
And the choir lifts me higher than the hurt I’ve seen,
Singin’ grace over a soul tryin’ to claw out clean.
Dust-trail memory, backroads bendin’ under time and strain,
Hard-livin’ legacy carved deep in marrow, stitched in pain,
World-spin hostile, chaos fossil, threats in every grain —
But I saddle up, grit-stacked eyes, still ridin’ straight into the flame.
Boots break morning’s chain, I drag the dirt through rain and ache,
Dust-grimed hands defend the truth while screens distort what’s real and fake,
False prophets sell the fear they make, whole towns built on that paper quake,
I carve my name in iron stakes, no shame, no bend, no easy break.
Hard times hittin’, but I won’t fold,
World gone bitter, but my soul’s gold,
Pressure gets heavy, but I stay bold,
I walk that fire ‘til the truth’s told.
Storm winds roar, headlines torn, truth sold cheap on broken ground,
Credit chains choke quiet towns, hope gets lost but lies resound,
Wolves grin wide while folks fall down, vultures circle all around,
But I keep grit in fortress sound — stand firm, boots locked, battle-bound.
These days cut deep like a rust-tooth saw,
World keeps swingin’ with a crooked jaw,
But I push back hard, ride through the draw —
Grit-born man still stands by law.
Hope ain’t gone, just buried raw,
But I dig it up with a weathered paw.
Night ticks tight like a loaded breath, world cracks split in neon gloom,
Cold streets slick with fear and death, minds fold quick in a digital tomb,
Screens preach doom in a silent room, shadows bloom where lies consume,
But I stomp through that poison plume — truth booms loud like thunder’s boom.
Hard times hittin’, but I don’t shake,
Pressure like thunder, but I don’t break,
World spit venom, but I stay straight,
Ride through hell with my own fate.
Values drown in a cash-flow flood, childhood lands turned dust and smoke,
Men trade kin for a plastic bribe, honor sold like some worn-out joke,
I rise from wreckage soaked in hope, rebuild life with every stroke,
Roots run deep in real-folk soil — faith grows strong when the world goes broke.
Yeah the road gets rough when the winds turn mean,
Storms hit hard, try to strip me clean,
But I’m cut from truth they ain’t never seen —
Worn-out boots but my spine stays lean.
World may fall, but I ride between —
Still hold strong in the spaces between.
Steel-heart steadied and dust-soul ready, storms can swing — I take the hit,
World grows heavy, the nights get deadly, but I don’t bow, break, bend, or split,
When all turns empty, I stay steady — carved in grit, built to commit,
Last man standin’, fate still landin’ — unbroken, unbowed, unquit.
Sun cracks the sky while I’m bendin’ my pride,
Boots beat the dirt where my heartbreak hides,
Calloused-up hands where the old pain resides,
Livin’ this grind with the weight on both sides.
They blamed it on me when the whole damn thing fell,
Said I was the reason it all went to hell,
But I kept swingin’ hammers through the sorrow I smell,
Workin’ storms in my chest only time’s gonna tell.
“Keep movin’… keep movin’…”
Every long day’s a debt, every sweat drop a cost,
But I’ve rebuilt whole worlds outta moments I lost.
I’m grindin’ through the fire while the world throws stones,
Turnin’ shame into steel in my achin’ bones.
Break me down, load the blame, I’ll just forge new tones—
Workin’ man blues sing louder than the world’s sad moans.
Yeah, I’m grindin’ through the fire, standin’ up to the fight,
Sunset on my back, faith holdin’ me tight.
Still hear that choir echo through the toughest night—
“A man built in struggle gonna rise in the light.”
Clock hits the wall like it’s laughin’ at me,
Sweat on my brow drippin’ slow as I breathe,
Bills on the table like they’ll never let me be,
Still I’m draggin’ hope forward through the mud ’round my knees.
They point at my name when the fault lines crack,
Say the mess in their life rests across my back,
But I shoulder that noise like a worn-out pack,
Still standin’ ten toes on a broken track.
“Hold steady… hold steady…”
A man ain’t measured by the storms he sees,
But how he builds a life outta busted debris.
I’m grindin’ through the fire while the world throws stones,
Turnin’ shame into steel in my achin’ bones.
Break me down, load the blame, I’ll just forge new tones—
Workin’ man blues sing louder than the world’s sad moans.
Yeah, I’m grindin’ through the fire, standin’ up to the fight,
Sunset on my back, faith holdin’ me tight.
Still hear that choir echo through the toughest night—
“A man built in struggle gonna rise in the light.”
I built my hope with my own two hands,
Laid my future down like concrete stands.
They can blame me forever — I’ll still rise again,
’Cause a workin’ man’s spirit don’t break… it bends.
“Rise… rise… rise again…”
I’m grindin’ through the fire with my heart still strong,
Life hits hard, but I push right along.
Yeah the world throws blame, but the world ain’t wrong—
I just turn every burden into part of my song.
Keep grindin’ through the fire till the pain turns mean,
Till the past burns off and the truth runs lean,
And that choir shouts loud from the space between—
“A man forged in trouble walks tall and serene.”
[Outro]
Details
GeneratedDec 12, 2025
Duration12:51
Style
old cowboy heavy metal blues. violin, bass, drums, harmonica, electric guitar, male
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DrtyDzlCrew
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