Verse 1
Always respect an old man in a path where young men die,
Wrinkles like maps, every scar was earned, not bought or signed.
He walked through thunder, paid the price so you could breathe,
Seen dreams fold up like sleeves, still taught you how to lead.
Young blood rush, quick to flex, quick to try and fly,
But he’s the quiet lighthouse when the ferry capsizes by.
Silver in his temple, wisdom in his stride,
He got stories in his pocket — pull one out, let it guide.
Don’t front on his yard, don’t laugh at his pain,
He learned the cost of glory when the world took the gain.
He’s the reason your street got paved, the reason you survive,
The engine in the dark nights makin’ sure the kids arrive.
So tip your hat, lean close, hear the lessons he supplies,
‘Cause respect ain’t optional on a path where young men die.
Hook (chanty, repeating)
Always respect the old man—watch how he walk, watch how he try,
On a road full of ghosts, he keeps the light alive.
Always respect the old man—honor his time, honor his pride,
In the path where young men fall, he’s the reason we survive. (x2)
Verse 2
He don’t brag, he don’t boast, he’s humble like a stone,
But every move’s a sermon from a life that’s battle-grown.
When the sirens callin’, when the bright lights blind the mind,
He’ll point to smaller steps—slow down, you’ll live this time.
Young hearts pulse neon, thinking pain’s a flex to try,
Don’t see the long game—only the quick climb and the sky.
Old man’s hands—callused, steady—built a bridge from grit,
He’ll hand you a plank if you show respect and sit.
So when the streets whisper danger and the night wears thin and wide,
Remember who kept watch while the rest ran from the tide.
Respect the old man — he’s the ledger of your life,
He paid in heavy coin so your burden ain’t as tight.
Bridge (half-spoken, half-sung)
Not about fear, it’s about reverence — that quiet kind of pride.
Listen. Learn. Pass it on — don’t let the memory slide.
Hook (repeat)
Always respect the old man—watch how he walk, watch how he try,
On a road full of ghosts, he keeps the light alive.
Always respect the old man—honor his time, honor his pride,
In the path where young men fall, he’s the reason we survive. (x2)
Outro (spoken)
Respect is currency. Spend it wisely.
