Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Mud on my boots, call it backwoods pain
Trailer park mail, same past-due stain
Mama work doubles, daddy broke his back
Still they say I’m “privileged” ‘cause my skin ain’t black
Grew up on coupons, ramen on the stove
Court date, tow truck, “boy you gotta tow the load”
Turn on the news, they profit off the hurt
Every headline gasoline on dirt
[Chorus]
I’m a white boy in the same dirt, same hurt
Bleed red like you do when the pain works
All of us broke, but they paint us as the main curse
I just want truth, they just want blame first
White boy in the same fight, same night
Tryna feed my fam, keep the flame bright
I say all lives, they twisting up the same words
I’m a white boy in the same dirt, same hurt (yeah)
[Verse 2]
They point at my face, say I’m part of the plan
Like I drew the map, like I own this land
I just punch that clock, hope the truck don’t die
Pray the kids eat good, keep the bills half-paid, alright
I ain’t hating on you, don’t be hating on me
We both stuck deep in the same broke sea
But they stir that pot, keep the phone screens hot
While we curse each other in the Walmart lot
[Chorus]
I’m a white boy in the same dirt, same hurt
Bleed red like you do when the pain works
All of us broke, but they paint us as the main curse
I just want truth, they just want blame first
White boy in the same fight, same night
Tryna feed my fam, keep the flame bright
I say all lives, they twisting up the same words
I’m a white boy in the same dirt, same hurt (oh)
[Bridge]
Ain’t your enemy, I’m just tired of the baiting
They sell us outrage, profit off the hating
Look me in the eyes, tell me we ain’t kin
Same cheap beer, same worn-out skin
If we all stand up, they can’t sell the lie
Can’t sell that script where we divide
From the backroad fields to the city blocks
We all got chains they don’t want unlocked
[Chorus]
I’m a white boy in the same dirt, same hurt
Bleed red like you do when the pain works
All of us broke, but they paint us as the main curse
I just want truth, they just want blame first
White boy in the same fight, same night
Tryna feed my fam, keep the flame bright
I say all lives, they twisting up the same words
I’m a white boy in the same dirt, same hurt
Style
rapdark trap-country hybrid with male vocals; twangy slide guitar loop over 808s and sparse piano hits. verses rap with a tighttense flow; hook widens with stacked chant vocals and a simplestomping rhythm. grittyfront-of-mix leadsubtle choir pads in the chorus to give a defiantanthemic lift.countryhip hop
Prompt
rap, trap, hip hop gritty country white boy and proud sick of all the blm but people hate when you say white lives matter. All in it together sick of the race baiting
Credits
Prompt byCosmicGod874
GeneratedMar 24, 2026
ModelAria v5
More like this
