Big Rig Blues

[Verse]
22.5 rims, hands black from the grease
Sweat drips, asphalt hotter than a furnace piece
Mounting rubber beasts, steel toes tap the beat
Spin ‘em round the ring, like a prizefight feat
Lube slick, slide the bead, dance with the jack
Iron bar in my grip, no room to slack
Kicked the tires twice, they gave me that tone
Rubber hums a tune, the road’s backbone
[Chorus]
Blowout blues, but I’m still standing
Rubber ripped, yet I’m commanding
Air ‘em up, keep the wheels tight
Rolling through the storm, ‘til the break of night
[Verse 2]
Had one blow today, loud as a thunderclap
Felt the earth shake, like the world took a nap
Shards of tread, black confetti in the breeze
Dodged a close call, whispered thanks on my knees
Pressure gauge steady, no room for slackers
Torque wrench in hand, I’m the rubber wrangler
Chained to the grind, every tread I refine
Highways hum my anthem, diesel gods align
[Chorus]
Blowout blues, but I’m still standing
Rubber ripped, yet I’m commanding
Air ‘em up, keep the wheels tight
Rolling through the storm, ‘til the break of night

rap, hard-hitting, bass-heavy, gritty production with industrial sounds and sharp hi-hats