Yeah… Turn this shit up. This ain’t some polished industry bullshit. This is real life… written in smoke. For the motherfuckers waking up tired as hell but still clocking in. For the ones holding families together while the world keeps throwing punches. Second shift soldiers walking into factories while the sun goes down. Dreams in their head… bills on their backs. Some people got therapy. Some people got vacations. Some of us? We got weed… And a notebook full of thoughts we ain’t scared to say out loud. Every blunt a moment of silence from the chaos. Every verse another way to survive the pressure. Yeah… This for the grinders. For the dads trying to build something bigger than the life they came from. For the ones working jobs that don’t match the fire burning in their chest. Welcome to the grind. Welcome to the late nights. Welcome to the smoke. Welcome to Smoke & Survival. ⸻ [Verse 1] Alarm clock screaming, man I barely fucking slept Bills on the counter like they coming for my neck Kids in the kitchen, life moving fast While I’m staring at the clock like how long will this shit last Boots by the door, gotta hustle for survival Blue collar armor every shift is a rival Machines keep running while my sanity slipping Plastic tubes spinning while my mind start drifting Thinking about beats while the factory loud Dreams in my head but my feet in the ground Midwest wind cut straight through the coat So I light one up just to keep hope afloat Yeah the world talk shit but they don’t know pressure Try feeding four kids while you chasing something better Stress stack heavy like bricks on my chest So I exhale smoke just to quiet the mess ⸻ [HOOK] Roll that shit up, let the pressure drift away Another long night but I’m living in the haze Life hit hard, yeah the struggle stay real But the smoke help a man keep his mind made of steel Clock in, clock out but the dream still alive Working second shift just to fucking survive If the world get heavy and the pain won’t stop Light another blunt let the worries all drop ⸻ [Verse 2] Second shift walking through a warehouse hell Managers yelling like they got stories to sell Clock ticking slow but the hours move fast Every damn shift feel the same as the last Every spool spinning like the hands on time Every passing hour another bar in my mind Lunch break outside in the freezing cold air Spark up therapy while I’m standing out there Sky pitch black but the city still glow Streetlights shining on the long ride home Bassline thumping through the steering wheel tight Thinking ‘bout the booth and the shit I’m gonna write Pull in the driveway everything calm Kids sleeping safe that’s the real fucking job Kiss my girl head then I roll one more Studio thoughts knocking at the mental door ⸻ [Outro Spoken] Yeah… Life ain’t perfect. This shit messy. But we survive it. One shift… One song… One blunt at a time. Welcome to Smoke & Survival.
