R3 Melody

Yeah, it’s the R3 Dual Rail Gang…

While y’all sit comfy, we bleed for the tracks.

Time to talk about it.

Yo, DJ Hayes, what the hell you on?

Said “short shift,” now the whole crew gone.

It’s midnight, bro, we still swingin’ hammers,

While you ghost like Casper, dodgin’ all the slammers.

Adam in the truck, he ain’t touched no spike,

Clipboard warrior, he just bark, no bite.

“Fill out the form,” man, how ’bout this:

Come swing a maul, get a taste of this shift!

Y’all screw the gang with a grin and a smirk,

Late night lies while we do all the work.

Railroad dogs with a chip and a flame,

But DJ and Adam just play that blame game.

We grind, y’all slack —

Keep that same energy when we push back!

Whole gang hurtin’, back broke, no sleep,

While DJ’s at home counting Z’s like sheep.

Adam’s in the cab with his seat laid back,

While we laying rail and dodging track jacks.

Talkin’ ‘bout budgets and deadlines missed,

But it’s y’all who dipped when the crew got pissed.

Claim you lead? Bro, you flee when it’s heat,

Railroad rats couldn’t step in our cleats

Thursday night? That’s when they vanish.

Friday morning? Still no answers.

We build this line — y’all just manage…

…but screw us once more, watch what we’ll damage.

We bleed for this rail, y’all just pose,

Actin’ like bosses in safety clothes.

Keep pushing hours, see how far it goes,

R3 Gang wild — we might just explode!

DJ, Adam — you’re playin’ with fire,

And this gang’s about to rewire… the empire