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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Old scars on these knuckles
Old boots by the back door
Kiss my kids on the driveway
Then grind ‘til my hands are sore
Raised on “get up and do it”
Not waiting on some sign
We were taught that your backbone
Means more than your bottom line
[Chorus]
We’re the wildcats of the real world
Self-made
Steel in our teeth
Gen-X
Grit in our coffee
Different kind
Different breed
Love hard
Fight for each other
Bleed for the ones we keep
We don’t fold
We don’t flinch
We’re a different breed
[Verse 2]
Family round a scratched table
Counting blessings
Paying bills
I’ll stand in front of the fire
Before it ever hits my girls
We help the broken and busted
‘Cause we remember that road
Hand up
Not handout
That’s the only way we know
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
I don’t need a circle
To tell me what I already know
Got calloused faith in action
In the dirt
In the sweat
In the smoke
If you’re hungry
I’ll feed you
If you’re lost
I’ll walk that mile
But if you come for my people
You’ll see that other side
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 14, 2026
Duration2:53
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, Gritty country-rock with overdriven Telecaster riffs, warm bass, and live kit drums. Verses stay tight and conversational over a mid-tempo stomp; choruses explode with gang vocals, tambourine, and wide open chords. Bridge strips back to just guitar and vocal before a full-band, shout-along final chorus. Male vocals with a weathered, confident edge., country rock
Credits
Prompt byLivingston919
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Gen-x , family, unashamed , work hard, no prayer circles, different breed, self made , and protect family. Love hard and help others the real wildcats of business.
Grit and relentless. Country rock
