Storms and Brothers

[Intro]
On the road, through the storm, we ride alone
Brooks brother and me, in this heavy drone
Leaving behind the wives, hoping for peace
But every mile just adds more chaos to the lease

[Verse 1]
We deal with the crap, in this trucking game
Storm industry’s pain, never falls to shame
Thinking rest is near, but we’re just getting by
Stuck with drivers, wondering why

[Pre-Chorus]
They whine, complain, from hot to cold
Dirt and grime, stories untold
Three grand week, to stay alive
But still I wonder, why do we survive?

[Chorus]
This is why they call it pre Madonna
Bitches never stop, always drama, always drama
Hot, cold, too dirty to clean
Living in this endless routine
Brooks brother and me, we fight on
In this road, till dawn
Leaving the storm behind, just to find
They never stop, never really kind

[Verse 2]
Clint flexes arms to keep control
Adam’s strength, it takes its toll
Wade sits, kissing ass all day
Harder for the crew, but they just play

[Pre-Chorus]
They whine, complain, from hot to cold
Dirt and grime, stories untold
Three grand week, to stay alive
But still I wonder, why do we survive?

[Chorus]
This is why they call it pre Madonna
Bitches never stop, always drama, always drama
Hot, cold, too dirty to clean
Living in this endless routine
Brooks brother and me, we fight on
In this road, till dawn
Leaving the storm behind, just to find
They never stop, never really kind

[Bridge]
We chase the dream, but it slips away
In the storm, we play
Brothers in the fight, living the tale
In the heavy gale

[Outro]
Brooks brother and me, on this road
Through the storms, bearing the load
Hoping someday, it will be done
But till then, we’ve just begun

, gritty vocals, blues guitar, storytelling vibe, rap, hip hop