[Intro]
Yeah, this for the folks out here hustlin’,
Blue-collar dreams, tryna make it somethin’.
Southside soul, we grind for the fam,
Sweat on my brow, got the world in my hands.
[Hook]
I’m grindin’ for mine, sun up to sundown,
Punchin’ that clock, bringin’ bread to the town.
For my kids’ dreams, for my queen’s smile,
Blue-collar hustle, goin’ hard Southern style.
[Verse 1]
Boots on the gravel, I’m up ‘fore the dawn,
Hard hat, steel toes, yeah, the grind stay on.
Factory smoke, or the dirt on my hands,
Every drop of my sweat’s for a better plan.
I’m swingin’ that hammer, or wrenchin’ that bolt,
Boss man yellin’, but I’m keepin’ my hope.
Got a picture in my wallet, my babies at home,
They the reason I’m out here, pushin’ through the cold.
Southside raised, where the struggle run deep,
Mud on my jeans, but my faith don’t sleep.
Overtime checks, yeah, they stackin’ up slow,
But every dollar’s a brick for the life that I owe.
Mama prayin’ for me, sayin’, “Boy, stay strong,”
So I’m out here movin’, tryna right my wrongs.
From the trailer to a house with a big ol’ yard,
Grindin’ for my fam, man, I’m workin’ too hard.
[Hook]
I’m grindin’ for mine, sun up to sundown,
Punchin’ that clock, bringin’ bread to the town.
For my kids’ dreams, for my queen’s smile,
Blue-collar hustle, goin’ hard Southern style.
[Verse 2]
Sweat in my eyes, yeah, the sun beat me down,
But I’m holdin’ it together for my piece of this town.
Calloused-up hands, but my heart still soft,
For my lil’ girl’s future, I’m payin’ the cost.
Clock in, clock out, same ol’ routine,
But I’m dreamin’ of a crib where my fam live clean.
No more ramen dinners, no more late-night stress,
Wanna see my kids rockin’ Nikes, no less.
Southland spirit, got that fire in my soul,
Dixie pride runnin’ deep, like the blacktop road.
From the mill to the yard, yeah, we built this land,
Every scar on my knuckles is a part of the plan.
For my queen, she my rock, hold it down every night,
Cookin’ supper, keepin’ love in the dim porch light.
So I hustle for the better, for the life we deserve,
Blue-collar warrior, man, I’m stickin’ to my word.
[Hook]
I’m grindin’ for mine, sun up to sundown,
Punchin’ that clock, bringin’ bread to the town.
For my kids’ dreams, for my queen’s smile,
Blue-collar hustle, goin’ hard Southern style.
[Outro]
Yeah, this for the workers, the ones who don’t fold,
Southside dreams, turnin’ grit into gold.
For my family, I’ma rise, never break, never bend,
Grindin’ for mine, till the struggle’s end
