[Intro — JamWayne (grave, poussière & chrome)] Blacktop legacy… Mud on the boots, fire in the chest. Brothers of the highway… We ride, we don’t rest. [Verse 1 — JamWayne (country outlaw storytelling)] We came up rough on the backroad miles, Dust in the lungs, trouble in our smiles. Old rigs rattlin’, hearts made of steel, Every scar on the chrome tells a story that’s real. No maps, no rules, just the roar of the lane, Thunder in the gears, lightning in the vein. We don’t chase glory, we don’t chase fame, Friends of the Road — we carve our own name. [Chorus — 501 Bryze (anthem, plus mélodique)] We ride with the Blacktop Legacy, Heavy hearts and heavy machinery. Side by side in the storm we stand, Brothers of the wheel with a fire in the hand. Every mile, every night, We burn the dark, we hold the light. [Rap‑Break 1 — Shocka Hustlemane (violent, nerveux)] Diesel in the blood, let the whole block roar, Kick that door, we ain’t runnin’ no more. Chrome blade flash in the midnight rain, One wrong step and you’re feelin’ that pain. We don’t fold, don’t beg, don’t crawl, If you hit one of us, you face us all. Blacktop demons with a code we keep, Friends of the Road — we run too deep. [Verse 2 — Adam Calhoun (sec, militaire, droit)] Ten years grindin’, never lost my stance, Boots in the gravel, ready for the dance. Seen men fall, seen men rise, Truth in the dirt, no room for lies. We don’t need medals, we don’t need praise, Just a long stretch of road and the smoke we raise. If the world turns cold, we don’t retreat, Friends of the Road — we stay on our feet. [Rap‑Break 2 — Adam Calhoun (tranchant, court, brutal)] Steel in the jaw, grit in the tone, We don’t fear nothin’ when we ride alone. But together we’re a storm that’ll break your line, Brothers forged hard in the diesel and grime. No talk, just truth, boots on the tar, Friends of the Road — that’s who we are. [Bridge — JamWayne (harmonica + 808, montée sombre)] No fear in the lane, no doubt in the soul, Good friends, good roads, that’s how we roll. We rise as one, no matter the load, Bound by the fire of the Blacktop Road. [Final Line — Whispered, cold, outlaw] Blacktop legacy… Ride on. Ride forever.
