[Intro] Yeah... From West Mifflin to Irwin — that’s my map. Vay Kay in Erie .. Study at State College.. We're bringing it back. This one’s for the hills, the heart, and the hands that built the track. Let’s go. [Verse 1] Born where the smoke met the skyline glow, Pittsburgh steel runnin’ deep in my soul. From the Suburbs to the city, man, the stories unfold, Got a heart like a furnace, never losin’ that hold. Work nights in the hotel, sunrise grind, But my dreams spin back to the radio line. Microphone check, I can still hear the chime, Of a DJ’s voice — that rhythm, that time. Ice on the pond, I lace up the skates, Penguins pride, yeah, that black-and-gold fate. From the curveball crack to the boards that shake, Every bruise, every mile — that’s the road I take. [Chorus] Steel roots, never rust, never fade, Faith and fire in the life I made. From the rails that sing to the souls that prayed, Yeah, I’m built like the bridges Pittsburgh made. Steel roots, strong heart, steady hand, Still that boy with a dream and a plan. You can take me anywhere, across this land, But my spirit stays home — Pennsylvania man. [Verse 2] Got angels watchin’, I can feel that flame, Slovak ancestors whisperin’ my family name. Fedor blood, carved deep in stone, Every loss I carry made this house a home. Fanfiction flows like the rivers three, Steve and Diana still inspire me. Pride, honor, and the will to fight — That’s the creed I breathe every single night. I seen love, I seen pain, Felt that Erie rain hit my windowpane. But every drop reminds me again — The story ain’t done, it just begins. [Chorus] Steel roots, never rust, never fade, Faith and fire in the life I made. From the rails that sing to the souls that prayed, Yeah, I’m built like the bridges Pittsburgh made. Steel roots, strong heart, steady hand, Still that boy with a dream and a plan. You can take me anywhere, across this land, But my spirit stays home — Pennsylvania man. [Bridge] From the curve in the track to the ghost in the yard, I keep movin’ through the nights that are hard. ‘Cause hope ain’t gone, it’s just playin’ its part — Echoes in steel, that’s the sound of my heart. [Outro] Yeah... the Suburbs hum that midnight hymn, Trains still roll and the lights grow dim. Fedor name, through thick and thin — Steel roots hold, that’s where I begin. (fade out on train horn & ambient reverb)
