I'll Keep My Gravel

You say, "Sing it sweeter, boy"
"Climb up out that smoke"
"Be more like him and them"
"Less ache in every note"
( Fuck you ),My throat's got a front porch
And backroad scars
I was born with a hard line
Cut right through my heart
(Don't trim me down)
Don't paint me gold
(I came this way)
Rough and old
I'll Keep my gravel, I'll (keep my name ) and my outlaw ways 
Don't push me up that pretty range
I sing for  me,I sing for her,them and him (fuck you )
I sing the dust,I sing the hurt
(I'll Keep my gravel, I'll keep my name )
I won't bend to fit your frame 
 You say to Stop singing outlaw songs an walk the line 
( Like I'm some tale you trying to save ) 
I ain't your clean-voiced echo
I ain't that kind of grave
You  said to stop singing about her 
Like she was just a line,fuck you
( She's  a porch light burning
In the wreckage of my mind )
Don't dress it up.Don't make it small
( Truth comes harsh Or not at all,) 
You said, “Boy, sing it sweet”
“Climb up there and act like me”
“Leave that rough road at the door”
“Stop singin’  outlaw songs and change your outlaw ways,(  Fuck You ) it's what I was born for”
You want me tame and neat
Same suit, same shout, same beat
(  I got dust in my throat )
And a blacktop soul that won’t float
You want a softer frame
A safer kind of flame
( I won’t trade my scars to be a baught an paid for star )
For a borrowed name
I don’t sing high for you
 ( I sing my truth right through )
I won’t bend, I won’t break
For a face I can’t replace
I’m a rebel in the strain
( Let me sound my name )
I don’t sing high for you
I sing my truth right through
You Say, stop singin’ outlaw songs and change my outlaw ways 
Like I’m wrong for where I belong
You say “drop that trouble line”and walk the line
( Fuck you )that trouble saved my life a few times 
You say,to stop singin’ ’bout her
Like her shadow don’t still hurt
You can dress the wound in gold
Still the ache cuts to the bone ,( fuck you )
You want a cleaned-up tune
A polished Sunday mood
I was made for the grain
And  hard- bruise's

I don’t sing high for you
I sing my truth right through
( I won’t bend, I won’t break )
For a face I can’t replace
I’m a rebel in the strain
( If you want a pretty sound )
Go find somebody else 
 (I got gravel in my prayer)
And a little hell to wear
You can call it too rough
Call it crooked, call it tough
( But this voice), it’s mine
And it gets me through the night

I don’t sing high for you
I sing my truth right through
I won’t bend,( I won’t break )
For a face I can’t replace
I’m a rebel in the strain
I sing my truth right through
(Yeah, I do)
Don't push me up that pretty range
( I sing me,I sing  for her,him and them,) fuck you 
I sing the dust, l sing the hurt
( I won't bend to fit your frame )
 If you want a friend
Who sings real nice
 ( Find a velvet voice )
With a rented life
( Mine comes cracked )
 comes free
It's what gets me through 
I'll  ( keep my Gravel ) keep my name,(yeah )" FUCK YOU" ( I won't bend to fit your frame )

dirty south rap,snappy hi-hats,distorted synths. aggressive yet melodic flow hard-hitting,raw energy with Southern drawl