Bleeding Blue

(альбом: 2020 Vision - 2020)

Dirty boots and them callus hands
Yeah we up before the break of the dawn
Ain't nothing free, gotta bust your ass
And be a hard working son of a gun

Been through it all came from nothing
Paid my dues yeah I did my suffering
Never had a silver spoon came from hustling
Freedom on the line but I kept on juggling
Daddy died, got on the grind
Whisky and women, lost my mind
Kind of thoughts made it hard to see
The smoke in my lungs made it hard to breathe

Momma died, God what you want from me?
Devil on my side dressed like a referee
Try to hold me back fake friends and family
Snakes in the grass but that's reality
Envy in the eye, end up in tragedy
Karma's a bitch, expect some casualties
Street smarts yeah, I got the strategy
Gotta make moves 'fore my sins catch up with me

We ride never worried about the fall
Ain't a perfect dude but I been told y'all
Always kept it real stood ten toes tall
Never folded under pressure when I'm up against the wall
American made tatted on my grave
No pity for a coward run through my veins
Stepped in the game and I took the reign
Just a good ol' boy with them outlaw ways

Dirty boots and them callus hands
Yeah we up before the break of the dawn
Ain't nothing free, gotta bust your ass
And be a hard working son of a gun
Blue collar born and raised
Right hand on my heart, that's where it's gonna stay
Simple man, nah we ain't changed
Just some good ol' boys, American made

The crimes always worth it when you working for a purpose
Came up out the furnace, belt and boots made a serpent
Certain people from my past never made it to the present
Even if the day ain't pleasant I still treat it as a blessing
Lessons from bad decisions left me in bad conditions
Couldn't see past the prisons, I died in my premonitions
Survived off my intuition, and hollow tip ammunition
Dirty money never lasts long when karma takes commission
Listen to the kids when being gone made 'em hurt more
Nothing lasts forever unless it's something that you worked for
Get it out the mud so we ain't dirt poor
Made it to the top of the building but we started on the first floor

Dirty boots and them callus hands
Yeah we up before the break of the dawn
Ain't nothing free, gotta bust your ass
And be a hard working son of a gun
Blue collar born and raised
Right hand on my heart, that's where it's gonna stay
Simple man, nah we ain't changed
Just some good ol' boys, American made