[Verse 1] Keys on the clip Knife in the sleeve Flashlight cold Like a buried seed Wallet thin But the weight is real Phone cracked twice Still made of steel [Pre-Chorus] I lace up And face the gray I carry fire In a pocket every day Small tools Big scars I’m built from grit And busted parts [Chorus] Pocket full of iron (hold the line) Pocket full of iron (come what may) Pocket full of iron I don’t fold Pocket full of iron I make my own road [Verse 2] Bottle cap bent On the bus stop rail Bandage roll For the days I fail Little blade For the rope and rust Two spare clips And a fist of trust [Pre-Chorus] When the world Gets loud and mean I reach for the things That keep me clean Small lights Sharp teeth I carry dawn In the dark with me [Chorus] Pocket full of iron (hold the line) Pocket full of iron (come what may) Pocket full of iron I don’t fold Pocket full of iron I make my own road [Bridge] If the floor falls out I’ve got the weight If the night comes down I don’t hesitate One hand steady One eye on the door I was made for more I was made for more [Final Chorus] Pocket full of iron (hold the line) Pocket full of iron (come what may) Pocket full of iron I don’t fold Pocket full of iron I make my own road Pocket full of iron I make my own road
