(Verse 1)
Heavy days, cold nights, I been living in the cut,
Trying to build somethin’ solid while the world sayin’ “shut up.”
Every scar on my back ain’t a flex, it’s a fact —
That survival ain’t clean, it comes coated in black.
Bills on the table, pressure on my chest,
Still I get up every morning, try to give ‘em my best.
Ain’t no chosen one here, ain’t no prophecy set —
Just a man with a dream and a lifetime of debt.
(Pre-Chorus)
But I’m steady pushin’ — even when the ground caves in,
Even when the losses hit harder than wins.
They don’t see the grind, they just see the score…
But this is life in the core…
(Chorus)
This is DREDGECORE — where we rise from the bottom floor.
Dig through the weight ‘til our hands get sore.
Ain’t no miracles, ain’t no open doors —
We carve our path, we make our war.
DREDGECORE — built from pain, built from truth.
Every step forward, that’s livin’ proof.
If the world won’t lift you, you lift you more…
That’s DREDGECORE.
(Verse 2)
People talk like they know me, but they weren’t in the dirt,
When my back almost snapped from the strain and the hurt.
When the nights felt colder than the money I saved,
When the future felt locked and I stood at the grave.
But I don’t fold — nah, I sharpen my teeth,
Turn the pressure into fuel sneakin’ out underneath.
Every bruise is a blueprint, every fall is a forge,
Every loss is a lesson that I carve in the gorge.
(Pre-Chorus)
I ain’t lookin’ for a crown, I ain’t chasin’ no throne,
Just want a world where I stand on my own.
Where they look at my fight and they feel the roar —
This is life… in the core…
(Chorus)
This is DREDGECORE — where we rise from the bottom floor.
Dig through the weight ‘til our hands get sore.
Ain’t no miracles, ain’t no open doors —
We carve our path, we make our war.
DREDGECORE — built from pain, built from truth.
Every step forward, that’s livin’ proof.
If the world won’t lift you, you lift you more…
That’s DREDGECORE.
(Bridge)
No shortcuts. No handouts.
Only breakdowns… and breakouts.
If the light don’t shine, then I strike my own spark —
Turn my footsteps into thunder when the world gets dark.
(Final Chorus)
This is DREDGECORE — born in struggle, shaped in grit.
Ain’t glamor in the grind, but I’m proud of it.
From the floor to the fire, to the hopes I swore…
I’ll rise again —
That’s DREDGECORE.
