Don’t Give Me Pity

I came back home with a love for alcohol, now I have a new set of steel wheels,

Lost my legs, but not my zeal.

They said, "Thank you, son, for all you gave,"

But gratitude don’t pay the bills I have.

I’m raising my boy the best I can,

In a world that don’t understand a broken man.

Wheels keep rollin’, life don’t stop,

I’ve got a middle finger for the folks on top.

Raising my son, teaching him grit,

Don’t need your pity, don’t give me that shit!

Wheels keep rollin’, rollin’ strong,

Me and my boy, we’ll prove you wrong.

At the VA, they shuffle my file,

While my boy's at school, learning to smile.

I’m the coach, the cook, the one-man show,

You’d be amazed what these hands can throw,

I’m a veteran , a dad, and I do it right.

Don’t you dare look down on me,

I’ve got scars, yeah, but I’m still free.

Wheels keep rollin’, life don’t stop,

I’ve got a middle finger for the folks on top.

Raising my son, teaching him grit,

Don’t need your pity, don’t give me that shit!

Wheels keep rollin’, rollin’ strong,

Me and my boy, we’ll prove you wrong.

They call me tough, they call me proud,

But they don’t see the nights I shout out loud.

"God, why’d you leave me this way?"

Then I smirk, flip’em off, and the pain fades away.