Hey, I know today’s been one of those days. And yeah, it shows on your face in a hundred ways. You clocked in, held it down, kept the wheels turnin’ While everybody else acted like they ain’t earnin’. I saw you — Dragging your body like a busted cart, Still movin’ parts with a busted heart. And you ain’t say nothin’... But damn, that says everything. So before your head hits that pillow tonight, Let me remind you: you fought a good fight. You're doin' better than you think you are, Even with your spirit bruised and your back all scarred. You kept it real when the rest just pretend, And I swear to God, that matters in the end. You ain’t weak for feelin’ wrecked — You’re strong for showin’ up, what’d you expect? So cry if you gotta, yell into the wind, But dammit — get back up again. You ever notice how the laziest get loudest? They ain't lifted shit but actin' the proudest. Seniority don’t mean you’re a legend — It just means you've been collectin’ checks with less effort. But you? You ain’t like them. You still give a damn when it counts. Even if nobody claps or announces it loud, You showed up tired, fed up, worn thin— But still picked up the slack, again and again. So if today felt like a hundred-pound chain, Remember: some folks don’t even try to strain. You're doin' better than you think you are, Even with your spirit bruised and your back all scarred. You kept it real when the rest just pretend, And I swear to God, that matters in the end. You ain’t weak for feelin’ wrecked — You’re strong for showin’ up, what’d you expect? So cry if you gotta, yell into the wind, But dammit — get back up again. Yeah, it's messy. Yeah, it's thankless. But you're still standing, ain’t you? Still movin’, still pushin’. Still clockin’ in when your soul said “don’t.” That ain't nothin' — that’s everything. You're doin' better than you think you are, Even with your heart stitched up in parts. You walked through hell in steel-toe boots, And kept your pride, your fire, your roots. You ain’t weak for feelin’ wrecked — You’re just human, not a fuckin’ mech. So cry if you gotta, scream through the pain… But dammit — Get. Back. Up. Again.
