Metal For Life

Metal for Life)

By: Dillon

Genre: Country / R&B Ballad

Theme: The true physical cost of loyalty — pain, sacrifice, and being left behind

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Was just another job, nothin’ wild on the sheet,

Just a couch and a dresser, two flights, one street.

But one bad slip, and my whole world turned,

Crackin’ bone on pavement while the truck still churned.

Woke up in a brace, pain singin’ like a hymn,

Doc said, “Steel in your wrist, and more in that limb.”

Six months down, watchin’ others take my spot,

While I sat in silence, givin’ all I got.

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Broken wrist, busted arm, steel in me ‘til I die,

Put my body on the line for a job that passed me by.

Left me on the shelf, said “We’re proud,” but didn’t show,

While the ones who barely lift still got room to grow.

I gave this place my sweat, my bone, my time, my life,

Now I’m metal for life… and still not done fightin’ right.

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Didn’t see Conner out there when the snow came fallin’,

Didn’t see Kurt lift shit when the schedule came callin’.

But they got the titles, while I got screws,

Surgical scars and nothin’ to lose.

Came back day one, still pushin’ like a vet,

Promoted, smiled… but they ain’t seen nothin’ yet.

Then the whispers came, “He’s movin’ too slow,”

You ever haul two dressers with metal in your bones?

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Broken wrist, busted arm, steel in me ‘til I die,

Put my health on the line while they barely even tried.

Got no parade, no banner or pay,

Just more jobs stacked on my back every day.

I gave this place my spine, my strength, my life,

Now I’m metal for life… and they act like that’s right.

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They gave me a T-shirt…

Said, “Thanks for your service.”

Not one person asked how I sleep at night…

With screws in my wrist and pain in my gut.

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Broken wrist, busted arm, but I still stand tall,

Movin’ like a shadow through every damn call.

They can’t erase what I gave to this crew,

Even if they never give me what I’m due.

So I’ll show up, even when it ain’t right—

‘Cause I’m metal for life… and still ready to fight.