Sun cracks the sky while I’m bendin’ my pride,
Boots beat the dirt where my heartbreak hides,
Calloused-up hands where the old pain resides,
Livin’ this grind with the weight on both sides.
They blamed it on me when the whole damn thing fell,
Said I was the reason it all went to hell,
But I kept swingin’ hammers through the sorrow I smell,
Workin’ storms in my chest only time’s gonna tell.
“Keep movin’… keep movin’…”
Every long day’s a debt, every sweat drop a cost,
But I’ve rebuilt whole worlds outta moments I lost.
I’m grindin’ through the fire while the world throws stones,
Turnin’ shame into steel in my achin’ bones.
Break me down, load the blame, I’ll just forge new tones—
Workin’ man blues sing louder than the world’s sad moans.
Yeah, I’m grindin’ through the fire, standin’ up to the fight,
Sunset on my back, faith holdin’ me tight.
Still hear that choir echo through the toughest night—
“A man built in struggle gonna rise in the light.”
Clock hits the wall like it’s laughin’ at me,
Sweat on my brow drippin’ slow as I breathe,
Bills on the table like they’ll never let me be,
Still I’m draggin’ hope forward through the mud ’round my knees.
They point at my name when the fault lines crack,
Say the mess in their life rests across my back,
But I shoulder that noise like a worn-out pack,
Still standin’ ten toes on a broken track.
“Hold steady… hold steady…”
A man ain’t measured by the storms he sees,
But how he builds a life outta busted debris.
I’m grindin’ through the fire while the world throws stones,
Turnin’ shame into steel in my achin’ bones.
Break me down, load the blame, I’ll just forge new tones—
Workin’ man blues sing louder than the world’s sad moans.
Yeah, I’m grindin’ through the fire, standin’ up to the fight,
Sunset on my back, faith holdin’ me tight.
Still hear that choir echo through the toughest night—
“A man built in struggle gonna rise in the light.”
I built my hope with my own two hands,
Laid my future down like concrete stands.
They can blame me forever — I’ll still rise again,
’Cause a workin’ man’s spirit don’t break… it bends.
“Rise… rise… rise again…”
I’m grindin’ through the fire with my heart still strong,
Life hits hard, but I push right along.
Yeah the world throws blame, but the world ain’t wrong—
I just turn every burden into part of my song.
Keep grindin’ through the fire till the pain turns clean,
Till the past burns off and the truth runs lean,
And that choir shouts loud from the space between—
“A man forged in trouble walks tall and serene.”
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