Own Two Hands

[Verse 1]
Mama said
"Baby, hope's a fragile thing"
Daddy showed
How a promise can lose its ring
Watched friends fade
When the well ran dry
Had my back to that broke-down wall
Only one way to climb
[Chorus]
So I learned to stand
On my own two hands
When the crowd gets thin
I'm my only friend
I bend, I bleed
But I still believe
When the dust don't land like it planned
All I got is these
Own two hands
[Verse 2]
Long week
Paycheck gone by Saturday
Phone rings
Only when they need a place to stay
Smiled through
Every "I'll pay you back someday"
Til I finally saw that open door
Was just my heart in the way
[Chorus]
So I learned to stand
On my own two hands
When the crowd gets thin
I'm my only friend
I bend, I bleed
But I still believe
When the dust don't land like it planned
All I got is these
Own two hands
[Bridge]
If I fall
It's on me, it's on me (yeah)
If I rise
That's on me, that's on me (hey)
They can leave
They can lie through their teeth
But this backbone, this back road soul
That's the part I keep
[Chorus]
So I learned to stand
On my own two hands
When the crowd gets thin
I'm my only friend
I bend, I bleed
But I still believe
When the dust don't land like it planned
All I got is these
Own two hands
(yeah, all I got)
Own two hands

Slow-burn country-trap ballad with deep male vocals and subtle Southern drawl. Open with sparse fingerpicked guitar and distant pads, then let a warm, heavy kick and sub-bass slide in on the first chorus. Verses stay intimate and close-mic’d, with small touches of organ and reverb-soaked snare; chorus lifts with stacked harmonies and a simple, sing-along top line. Final chorus strips back to mostly vocal and guitar before the full groove returns for a short, soulful outro ad-lib., deep