Third Shift Mission
Third Shift Mission (Verse 1) Just got outta work, ten-hour shift, steel toes full of dust, Clock punched out but I'm still on a mission I trust. Thank God that girl walked away, I don't need the constant noise, One day it's "I love you," next day it's broken promises and decoys. Funny how the game works, funny how the tables turn, When you quit chasing people, that's when blessings start to burn. I already lost everything, ain't scared to lose no more, I remember standing by myself on the Place of Hope back porch. All I had was my face and a bar of soap, Trying to wash off pain while I was hanging onto hope. Rain kept falling, memories wouldn't let me breathe, Every drop was another reason not to give up and leave. (Hook) Ten-hour shift, now it's back to the grind, Third shift soldier with a kingdom on my mind. Wisconsin raised me, Minnesota got my back, Iron Cedar roots run deeper than the trap. We hold it down, never fold, never quit, Every setback turned into another hit. From the back porch to the spotlight now, WWE style, yeah, we smack it down. (Verse 2) Got tired of sitting still, had to make a move, Quit waiting on tomorrow, found my own groove. Started preaching to the people, giving back through the mic, If my story saves one soul, then I'm living life right. Used to be Wop, used to be Nasty in the booth, Now Iron Cedar standing tall, speaking nothing but the truth. My roots run deeper than money, deeper than fame, Built on hard work, sweat, honor, not a name. Put Wisconsin on my shoulders, Minnesota by my side, Northwoods country with that Midwest pride. If you're looking for the real, better come where we stand, Blue-collar blood running through these hardworking hands. (Bridge) Late nights, patrol lights, boots hitting the ground, Third shift security, yeah, I'm making my rounds. While the whole world's sleeping, I'm protecting my town, Every paycheck's another brick that I'm laying down. (Final Hook) Ten-hour shift, but I'm chasing bigger dreams, Nothing ever came easy, nothing's what it seems. From a bar of soap to a microphone attack, Lost it all once, now I ain't looking back. Iron Cedar, certified, yeah, we hold this down, Northwoods raised, wear the work boots like a crown. Third shift grinding till the sunrise hits the sky, Mission comes first... that's the reason I survive.
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Third Shift Mission (Verse 1) Just got outta work, ten-hour shift, steel toes full of dust, Clock punched out but I'm still on a mission I trust. Thank God that girl walked away, I don't need the constant noise, One day it's "I love you," next day it's broken promises and decoys. Funny how the game works, funny how the tables turn, When you quit chasing people, that's when blessings start to burn. I already lost everything, ain't scared to lose no more, I remember standing by myself on the Place of Hope back porch. All I had was my face and a bar of soap, Trying to wash off pain while I was hanging onto hope. Rain kept falling, memories wouldn't let me breathe, Every drop was another reason not to give up and leave. (Hook) Ten-hour shift, now it's back to the grind, Third shift soldier with a kingdom on my mind. Wisconsin raised me, Minnesota got my back, Iron Cedar roots run deeper than the trap. We hold it down, never fold, never quit, Every setback turned into another hit. From the back porch to the spotlight now, WWE style, yeah, we smack it down. (Verse 2) Got tired of sitting still, had to make a move, Quit waiting on tomorrow, found my own groove. Started preaching to the people, giving back through the mic, If my story saves one soul, then I'm living life right. Used to be Wop, used to be Nasty in the booth, Now Iron Cedar standing tall, speaking nothing but the truth. My roots run deeper than money, deeper than fame, Built on hard work, sweat, honor, not a name. Put Wisconsin on my shoulders, Minnesota by my side, Northwoods country with that Midwest pride. If you're looking for the real, better come where we stand, Blue-collar blood running through these hardworking hands. (Bridge) Late nights, patrol lights, boots hitting the ground, Third shift security, yeah, I'm making my rounds. While the whole world's sleeping, I'm protecting my town, Every paycheck's another brick that I'm laying down. (Final Hook) Ten-hour shift, but I'm chasing bigger dreams, Nothing ever came easy, nothing's what it seems. From a bar of soap to a microphone attack, Lost it all once, now I ain't looking back. Iron Cedar, certified, yeah, we hold this down, Northwoods raised, wear the work boots like a crown. Third shift grinding till the sunrise hits the sky, Mission comes first... that's the reason I survive.
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