country

Boots scuffed up, but I walk with pride, Fields of pain where my truths reside. Lost some folks, saw dreams collapse, Now I turn heartbreak into country raps. Pickup broke, but the stereo bumps, Juice in my soul and X in my lungs. Stars above me, scars below, Faith in the dirt, let the rhythm grow. Mama prayed hard, I cried in the barn, Wrappin’ sorrow in strings of charm. No mansion dream, just heart and grit, Tears in the haystack, I’m built for it.