Sweat drips, back bent, grindin' for the fam
Calloused hands build futures, ain't no Instagram
Silent king, no crown, just the weight on his chest
Full-time father, part Time mother heart beatin' out his chest
Silent tears in the night, they don't see his fight
Carve dreams outta stone, make wrongs turn right
Fathers hold the sky, while the world feels colder
Sacrifice in silence, boulders on their shoulders
Full time fathers,part time mothers pick up the slack
No applause, just the hustle, got the fam on his back
Mouths to feed, dreams to seed, he bleeds for his kin
A soldier in the trenches, wars fought within
Unseen, unsung, but his love don’t falter
A lighthouse in the storm, steady as an altar
Built castles outta crumbs, turned dirt into gold
Story of a father, a tale never told
Silent tears in the night, they don't see his fight
Carve dreams outta stone, make wrongs turn right
Fathers hold the sky, while the world feels colder
Sacrifice in silence, boulders on their shoulders
Heavy boots on the ground, calloused hands on the clock,
Every dawn he’s out grindin’, keepin’ dreams out of hock.
He’s the backbone, the anchor, holdin' storms at bay,full time father,part Time mothers
Silent soldier in the shadows, makin’ sure they okay.
Salute to the kings, full-time fathers, part time Mothers no retreat,no surrender
Dyin’ on the grind so the young ones can eat.
Ain't no medals, no applause, just a mission they keep,
While the world stays asleep, they dig trenches deep.
Pockets runnin’ shallow, but the heart stay full,
Stretch a dollar 'til it screams, that's the fatherhood pull.
Split his plate in half, hunger pains hit his soul,
Still he smiles at the table, playin' his role.
Salute to the kings, full-time fathers,part time Mothers no retreat,no surrender
Dyin’ on the grind so the young ones can eat.
Ain't no medals, no applause, just a mission they keep,
While the world stays asleep, they dig trenches deep.
Shout out to the dads playin' mom when they must,
Holdin' tears back,grindin’ hard, buildin’ trust.
No cape, no fame, just a lion with a pride,
Sacrificin’ dreams, so their kids can live their dreams
Worn-out shoes, but he still walks the line,
Every wrinkle on his face, a story in time.
They don’t see the weight, the burdens he packs,
he carries it all, never once lookin' back.
Sunday suits, scuffed boots, pride in his stance
No ballroom waltz, just a struggle to dance
Clock ticks, heart ticks, never time for himself
Poured love into others,left none on the shelf you always hear of a mother's love but never of a Father's sacrifice, dying on the grind dreams left aside for his fam he pays all tolls,it's his roll,for his kids he won't fold,while the world stays blind folded,they don't see his sacrifices for his fam he pays his dues,you always hear of a mother's love but never of a father's sacrifice,as the world sleeps they dig trenches deep with boulders on their shoulders not allowed to dream or sleep he bleeds for his kid's dreams