[Intro] [Heavy, echoing floor tom beat—like a hammer on steel] [Distorted, screeching resonator slide guitar riff] [Verse 1] I didn't step into a pair of boots Already broken to my stride I didn't cash a check that had My daddy’s name on the back side I built this name out of gravel, grit, and sweat The scars on my hands—every one is mine I traded the best years I had left For a life on the family line. [Verse 2] I’m tired of the talk about "spreading the wealth" To the ones who won't even lift a tool I’m tired of that forced-hand charity Where entitlement is the only rule You tell me to lower my living While you’re circling in a private jet You debate the very air I’m breathing While I’m drowning in your debt. [Chorus] Because no one’s owed a living And no one’s owed a break You’re entitled to the things you earn And the choices that you make Yeah, the choices that you make. [Verse 3] I’ve been a loner, mostly—by design Outside of the few I truly love I’ve worked with men from every walk Beneath the sun and the soot above I helped the ones I could actually help I owned every single wrong I made But I won't be shamed for the blood I carry Or the price that I’ve already paid. [Bridge] [Music drops to a low, vibrating bass rumble] [Vocal: Low-register, gravelly spoken-word—direct to the mic] I shouted the truth from the rooftops... But the wind took every word I gave. Now you’re gonna reap the crop you’re planting And I hope you like the taste of the harvest. [Guitar Solo - Searing, slow-burn blues style with heavy distortion] [Outro] I’m glad to see the twilight coming on To watch the sun finally hit the ground Before the world goes fully soft And burns itself completely down. You reap what you sow... And so do your children. [Vocal Ad-lib: Deep, tired grunt] [Final heavy kick drum hit—Silence] [End]
