Dirt Roads & Dead Ends

I came up off them dirt roads, barefoot in the sunrise,

You came up where the gun smoke hang low in the night sky,

Two worlds but the same pain, both of us learned to fight,

Dirt roads or dead ends — we still had to climb for life.

(VERSE 1 — COUNTRY SIDE (Acoustic + 808s, Pain Rap Flow)

Mama had me stackin’ firewood, boots muddy by dawn,

Granddad taught me how to pray before the storm came on.

Trailer shook when the wind hit, roof leakin’ in the rain,

But we ain’t fold — we patched it up, learned to live with pain.

Ain’t no streetlights, just crickets and a sky full of hope,

But hope don’t feed you — I was broke, balin’ hay just to cope.

Dreams felt far as the county line, but I kept runnin’,

Heart heavy like a shotgun — but I kept gunnin’.

(VERSE 2 — HOOD SIDE (Trap‑Soul, Pain Melodic Rap)

You grew up where the sirens sang louder than the birds,

Where a kid learn early that a promise ain’t worth words.

Concrete cracked like the homes that you slept in,

Street taught lessons that the teachers never stepped in.

Walkin’ past chalk lines on your way to school,

Stomach empty but your mind sharp — you refused to lose.

Coach saw the fire in you, kept you out the wrong lane,

Told you “Run like your life depend on it,” and you outran pain.

HOOK (Bigger, Anthemic, Soul‑Trap Country Blend)

I came up off them dirt roads, barefoot in the sunrise,

You came up where the gun smoke hang low in the night sky,

Two worlds but the same pain, both of us learned to fight,

Dirt roads or dead ends — we still had to climb for life.

(VERSE 3 — THE CROSSOVER (Country x Hood, Unified Pain Rap)

Different worlds but the same scars, same hunger in the chest,

You had bullets in the alley, I had storms that never rest.

You had gangs on the corner, I had bills on the table,

Both prayed for a breakthrough, both prayed to stay stable.

You ran sprints on cracked pavement, I ran fields full of dust,

Both of us learned early that the world don’t hand out trust.

Now we standin’ on the same stage, same mic, same grind,

Country boy, hood kid — but the pain look the same inside.

BRIDGE (Melodic, Soulful, Raspy Cry‑Tone)

We ain’t choose where we come from,

But we choose who we become.

From the backwoods to the block,

We both learned how to run.

FINAL HOOK (Layered Vocals, Big Country‑Soul Energy)

I came up off them dirt roads, barefoot in the sunrise,

You came up where the gun smoke hang low in the night sky,

Two worlds but the same pain, both of us learned to fight,

Dirt roads or dead ends — we still had to climb for life.