Intro Yeah… Arbour the Creator… Dirt roads, cold nights, broken souls. This one’s for the real ones… If you fake, you can shut the fuck up. ⸻ Hook Arbour the Creator, yeah the maker of the music from the pain, Born in the thunder, learned the rhythm in the rain. Made for the real ones, for the shadows of our kind, For the lost souls walking backroads of the mind. Stand up — yeah I said stand the fuck up, Silence ain’t needed when you ride with us. Stand up — if you bleed for the truth you feel, Silence ain’t needed when you stand with the real. ⸻ Verse 1 I was raised where the gravel cracks under old truck tires, Where dreams get buried and the bars stay wired. Cold wind blowing through a busted screen door, Mama praying for peace while the devil wanted war. Yeah I learned real quick life don’t give a damn, Either fight for your name or die where you stand. Got dirt on my boots and scars in my chest, Every damn demon tried to put me to the test. People talk shit but they never took the walk, Never heard silence when the whole town mocks. I was writing bars in the dark with a pen and rage, Turning every bad year to another damn page. You ever felt your whole damn world fall apart? Like somebody took a blade to your fucking heart? That pain right there — yeah that built this sound, Every broken soul in the woods feels it now. ⸻ Hook Arbour the Creator, yeah the maker of the music from the pain, Born in the thunder, learned the rhythm in the rain. Made for the real ones, for the shadows of our kind, For the lost souls walking backroads of the mind. Stand up — yeah I said stand the fuck up, Silence ain’t needed when you ride with us. Stand up — if you bleed for the truth you feel, Silence ain’t needed when you stand with the real. ⸻ Verse 2 Yeah I spit for the misfits, outcasts, and sinners, For the broken ass fighters that never were winners. For the ones who got scars they don’t show nobody, Drinking cheap whiskey trying not to feel shitty. Fuck the fake smiles and the plastic fame, I’d rather bleed truth than chase that game. This ain’t radio clean, this is dirt road rage, Like a wild damn animal breaking out the cage. They said “tone it down, boy don’t be so loud,” But silence never made a legend in a crowd. I got thunder in my chest and fire in my throat, Every fucking lyric like a war note. So if you been stepped on, kicked to the ground, If the world ever tried to keep your voice down, Then crank this shit loud when the sun goes black, Cause this song right here is a middle finger back. ⸻ Hook Arbour the Creator, yeah the maker of the music from the pain, Born in the thunder, learned the rhythm in the rain. Made for the real ones, for the shadows of our kind, For the lost souls walking backroads of the mind. Stand up — yeah I said stand the fuck up, Silence ain’t needed when you ride with us. Stand up — if you bleed for the truth you feel, Silence ain’t needed when you stand with the real. ⸻ Verse 3 Backroad preacher with a bottle and a beat, Truth in my veins and dust on my feet. I ain’t polished, I’m rough like a barroom fight, But the real damn ones know the words hit right. Got ghosts in my head and wolves at the gate, But pain made the man and pressure made the weight. Every scar in my story carved deep in the grain, Every song I spit got a little more pain. If you ever stood alone in the cold night air, Middle finger up like you just don’t care, Then you know damn well what this anthem means, It’s a war cry screaming through broken dreams. And if the world ever tries to shut your voice down, Remember who the hell you are right now. We don’t whisper truth — we scream it loud, Misfit kings in a rebel crowd. ⸻ Final Hook / Outro Arbour the Creator, yeah the maker of the music from the pain, Born in the thunder, learned the rhythm in the rain. Made for the real ones, for the shadows of our kind, For the lost souls walking backroads of the mind. Stand up — yeah I said stand the fuck up, Silence ain’t needed when you ride with us. Stand up — if you bleed for the truth you feel, Silence ain’t needed when you stand with the real. Yeah… Arbour the Creator. From the pain… to the fire. Real ones only.
