

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah Angel on my back, steel toes in the mud Demon in my veins sayin’, “Run it ‘til it run” [Hook] Clocked in on empty, devil doing overtime Punch in with a pitchfork, halos on the powerline Paper crowns barking from an air‑conditioned throne But I’m rusted to this ratchet and this busted work phone Angel whisper, “Hold on, you got babies back at home” Demon grinning, “Walk off, let it all burn alone” Name tag like a chain, I’m a number, not a name Got a Bible in the sleeper, got a furnace in my brain [Verse 1] Wake up in the man camp, dust on my lungs Dreamt I heard my little girl laugh, then the alarm rung Coffee in a Styrofoam, diesel in my nose Forty minutes down this lease road, nobody else knows Pumpjacks look like gallows in the West Texas dawn Skeletons of metal still noddin’ when I’m gone Supervisor on the radio, talkin’ like a king But his crown made of paper and his throne’s just a screen He say, “We a family,” while I’m missing every game He don’t see my boy’s jersey, he just see my last name Every call from the office feel like thunder in my chest They don’t see the black rings carved around my rest I’m a roughneck in the red dirt, cross on my dash Prayin’ rent clear before the credit cards crash Got my boots on the ladder, got my head in the fog Feel like Hell’s HR wrote me into this job [Hook] Clocked in on empty, devil doing overtime Punch in with a pitchfork, halos on the powerline Paper crowns barking from an air‑conditioned throne But I’m rusted to this ratchet and this busted work phone Angel whisper, “Hold on, you got babies back at home” Demon grinning, “Walk off, let it all burn alone” Name tag like a chain, I’m a number, not a name Got a Bible in the sleeper, got a furnace in my brain [Verse 2] They don’t see the shower cry, water hide the war They just see the day rate, not the body on the floor They don’t hear my wife say, “You okay?” through the static I just say, “I’m fine,” then go wrestle with the panic Turnaround got me twisted, two weeks in this pit One week with my angels, then I’m back in Devil’s shift Got a picture on my lock screen, Moe and both the kids Only reason that I ain’t done somethin’ that I can’t fix Boss say, “Pick it up, we behind on that run” While I’m out here tryna not put a barrel to my tongue I’m a saint on the schedule, I’m a sinner in my head If I ever walk away, it’s ‘cause this lease already bled Truck cab like a chapel when I’m talkin’ to the sky Ask God, “If I quit this, we gon’ starve or we survive?” He don’t answer in a voice, just in faces that I see Little handprints on my window when they wave goodbye to me [Hook] Clocked in on empty, devil doing overtime Punch in with a pitchfork, halos on the powerline Paper crowns barking from an air‑conditioned throne Angel whisper, “Hold on, you got babies back at home” Demon grinning, “Walk off, let it all burn alone”
Tags
rap, Hybrid metal-trap with male vocals, detuned synth riffs and chuggy guitars in the verses over aggressive 808-sub
3:07
No
3/13/2026