Chip On My Shoulder

“Chip On My Shoulder” ## **🎶 CHORUS Sung I took a bottle to the face, had to drop out, couldn’t take the shame, I’m the last living man to carry my family’s name. So if I don’t have a boy, our family tree comes to an end and I’m to blame. Addictions, depression, PTSD — all this weight I overcame. Always been hated by my family, workin’ dead‑end jobs in the cold and rain. Was a roofer boy, had it hard, no fassaud that’s the truth, Even once had a job pourin’ tar up on a roof — it burns and sticks. Was a brick layer, now I move bricks. Used to throw tobacco bales, now I count my chips. Used to have cracked fingers… now I drive cool whips. --- ## **🔥 VERSE 1 (Rap — Storytelling, Heavy, Real)** Seven years old, stackin’ wood in the snow, Hands numb, breath froze, but I never said “no.” Black sheep in the yard, boots ripped at the toe, Learned early that the struggle makes a man grow slow. Seventeen, heart broke, she left me for a grade twelve, Felt my whole world cave in, like I fell down a well. No handouts, no comfort, no family to tell, Just me and my demons, and they knew me too well. I was workin’ on roofs while they were livin’ their youth, Swingin’ hammers in the rain — that’s the raw, ugly truth. Pourin’ tar till it blistered, till it stuck to my skin, But I kept pushin’ through hell just to try and get a win. Every job was survival, every day was a test, Every night I’d collapse with that weight on my chest. But I rose from the ashes, never settled for less — Now I’m built like a storm that refuses to rest. --- ## **⚡ VERSE 2 (Rap I got a chip on my shoulder the size of a boulder, I carried it colder, Through winters that froze me, through nights when the silence was somber and older. I grew up with pressure that crushed me but somehow it made me a soldier, A fighter, a loner, a kid with a hunger that turned to a fully‑grown smolder. I was the outcast, backlash, last laugh, pain in my backpack, Dead‑end jobs, hard hats, steel toes, frostbite — never got slack. I was the punchline, fault line, break mine, take mine, Every mistake mine, every heartbreak mine — still I stayed on the grind. I went from cracked hands, cold plans, no fans, To countin’ bands, cool tans, new stands, From pourin’ tar on a rooftop, burnin’ my skin, To pourin’ liquor in a glass while I celebrate wins. From throwin’ tobacco bales in a barn at dawn, To throwin’ money on the table when the deal is on. From bein’ hated by the people who should’ve had my back, To bein’ the only one who broke free from the trap. I’m the proof that a man can rise outta the dirt, Turn trauma to power, turn struggle to worth. I’m the flame that survived when the world tried to hurt — Now I walk with a purpose carved deep in the earth. --- ## **🎤 BRIDGE (Sung — Dark, Triumphant, Emotional)** I carried weight that would break most men, I walked alone time and time again. But every scar on my skin became a gem, Every loss was a lesson that taught me to win. --- ## **🏁 OUTRO (Spoken/Melodic)** Chip on my shoulder, but I wear it with pride. All that pain in my past — now it fuels my stride. I came from the cold, from the hurt, from the lies… But I’m still standin’ tall, still ready to rise. And I swear on my name — This story ain’t endin’ till I decide