Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Mud on my boots
White on my past
Clock in early
Just to outrun glass
Knuckles split open
Swingin' that wrench
Sweat in my eyes
Keep my mind off the itch
Mama said praying
Daddy said work
Judge said "son,
You gon' wind up in dirt"
Homies in the photo
All cropped out
Either grave, or a cell
Or they cut me out
[Chorus]
Busted knuckles and these shaky hands
Keep 'em busy so they don't reach bags
Every craving like a freight train crash
Tryna outrun what I had
Lost my people, lost my second chance
Still I show up, try to take that stand
Never good enough, that’s what they say
But I'm fightin' for clean
For one more day (one more day)
[Verse 2]
Sis don't answer
Kids don't call
Ex found someone
Who don't nod off at the mall
Uncle at the cookout
Still cracks jokes
"Thought you’d be dead"
Yeah, same thought, folks
Work till my fingers
Turn raw, then numb
Skin hangs open
But I don't come undone
Every little urge
Like a snake in the grass
Hiss in my ear
"One more, then it’ll pass"
[Chorus]
Busted knuckles and these shaky hands
Keep 'em busy so they don't reach bags
Every craving like a freight train crash
Tryna outrun what I had
Lost my people, lost my second chance
Still I show up, try to take that stand
Never good enough, that’s what they say
But I'm fightin' for clean
For one more day (yeah, one more day)
[Bridge]
Do you see me try?
Or just the scars
Count my sins
Never count my yards
If I fall tonight
I’ll rise at dawn
‘Cause dead or alive
They were wrong
[Chorus]
Busted knuckles and these shaky hands
Keep 'em busy so they don't reach bags
Every craving like a freight train crash
But I'm standing in the glass and ash
Lost my people, lost my second chance
Building something from this busted land
Never good enough, that’s what they say
But I'm fightin' for clean
For one more day (one more day)
For one more day
Style
rapgritty trap-country hybridmale vocals. twangy picked guitar over darkspacious drums and 808s; verses ride a close-micconfessional flow with subtle slide guitar swells. chorus opens with layered sung hook and ad-libskick hits harderbass widens. second half adds organ pads and distant harmonies for a bruisedtriumphant lift; end on a cold stop after one last hook line.hip hopcleancountry
Prompt
rap, hip hop, trap, country addiction getting clean but still having the urge to get high working till your hands bleed to keep from getting high losing family and friends never being good enough
Credits
Prompt byCosmicGod874
GeneratedMar 24, 2026
ModelAria v5
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