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Dirt Road Discipline

‼️‼️A worn down worker sacrifices his comfort, dreams, and peace of mind to provide stability and security for the family who depends on him. He quietly carries the burden of hardship so his loved ones can live easier, lighter lives in the light he never gets to stand in.‼️‼️ All lyrics are 100% hand written by me. Direct From the Black Book. All Channel art was painted by me. All Lyrics are Owned by me. All Artwork is copyrighted and owned by me. You do not have permission to use my music, Lyrics, or my art for anything. Ever. #sasurvivor #mentalhealthawareness #trending #real #newmusic #music #lyrics #youtubemusician #countrymusic #freedom #rockandroll Lyrics: Sun ain't up but i'm already dressed Coffee black, boots tight on my chest Hands cracked open from yesterday's load Still I walk back out to that long dirt road Clock punches me harder than I punch back Steeltoe rhythm on a gravel track Boss man talks, I just nod and grind Got too much weight on this wornout mind Every dollar's a brick in a house not built Every choice I make is measured guilt I ain't chasing dreams, i'm chasing pay For the ones at home that count on me each day Fuel in the car, food on the plate Sacrifice now so they don't know this weight I carry the dark so they live in the light Work through the pain, so they sleep through the night Rust on my hands from the parts I save Late night wrenching where the shadows behave Car in pieces, same as me Fix it slow so we both run free Friends out drinking, blowing their check i'm home with receipts and a stiff sore neck Thinkin about mortgages, interest, land While grease and overtime stain my hands Temptation whispers, You earned a break But discipline's a promise I won't let break I ain't chasing dreams, I'm chasing pay For the ones at home that count on me each day Fuel in the car, food on the plate Sacrifice now so they don't know this weight I carry the dark so they live in the light Work through the pain, so they sleep through the night Someday this road won't be this long Someday this grind won't feel this strong But till that day, I bend, don't fold A quiet kind of brave, a tired kind of bold I ain't chasing dreams, I'm building ground With calloused hands and a stubborn sound House on a hill, car in the shed Peace in my bones when I lay my head I carry the dark so they live in the light That's the price of doing what's right.