Title: “Steel & Dirt”
(Verse 1 – Country)
Daddy told me, “Son, this world don’t owe you nothin’,”
So I laced my boots and learned to turn pain into somethin’.
Weldin’ pipe in the rain, sparks fly like hellfire,
Got scars on my hands, and a soul runnin’ on wire.
Mama prays every night I make it home in one piece,
I’ve been gone so long, even silence don’t bring me peace.
I’m the black sheep, yeah, the one they whisper ’bout,
But I feed the fam, even when my luck runs out.
(Hook – Rap/Country Fusion)
I bleed steel and dirt, smoke and hurt,
Out on the road where the lost men work.
Got dreams in flames and lungs full of dust,
A man with a code and a soul built on trust.
Yeah, I’m out here grindin’, sun up to hell’s end,
Chasin’ that check just to send it back again.
(Verse 2 – Rap)
Yeah, I’m the shadow in the light, the storm in calm weather,
Weld mask down, eyes locked like it’s now or never.
Been broke, been bent, never gave up my tether,
I’m the one holdin’ steel while they talkin’ like feathers.
Missed birthdays and first steps, my kiddos first word,
But I’m out here in the country , breakin’ backs for that work.
Union patch on my chest, fire in my spine,
Ain’t no handouts here, just grit and grind.
(Bridge – Country)
Whiskey don’t fix it, but it dulls the ache,
And that old six-string helps my heart not break.
Phone calls at midnight, “Daddy, when you comin’ home?”
I wipe tears with calloused hands and say, “Real soon, baby, hold on.”
(Hook – Rap/Country Fusion)
I bleed steel and dirt, smoke and hurt,
Out on the road where the lost men work.
Got dreams in flames and lungs full of dust,
A man with a code and a soul built on trust.
Yeah, I’m out here grindin’, sun up to hell’s end,
Chasin’ that check just to send it back again.
(Verse 3 – Rap/Country Fusion)
Back home they still talk like I lost my way,
Like I should’ve stayed broke, just to make ‘em feel okay.
“Boy too wild, too rough, too far gone,”
But they don’t see me breakin’ night just to bring it all home.
I ain’t church-perfect, I don’t fake that grin,
But I walk what I talk, wear the truth in my skin.
They call me sinner, drifter, say I live too fast,
But I’ve earned every damn stripe welded into my past.
I left to build more than they ever dreamed,
A house outta pain and a name that means
My kids won’t starve, won’t beg, won’t break—
Even if it costs me every breath I take.
(Hook – Rap/Country Fusion)
I bleed steel and dirt, smoke and hurt,
Out on the road where the lost men work.
Got dreams in flames and lungs full of dust,
A man with a code and a soul built on trust.
Yeah, I’m out here grindin’, sun up to hell’s end,
Chasin’ that check just to send it back again.
(Outro – Country Style)
So when they lay me down, don’t dress me in gold,
Just dirt-covered boots and that welder’s soul.
Tell ’em I loved deep, fought hard, died tryin’—
A Southern black sheep, but I never stopped climbin’. Gritty,rap,country,trap
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