Bleeding Blue – Seth Anthony (feat. Struggle Jennings)
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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