Lyrics

South Georgia heat, July’s full flame,
Born in red dirt where sweat’s your name.
Hammer swinging high on my fifteenth hour,
Sun beating down with God’s own power.
One slip—blackout—world fades to haze,
Wake up in ICU after seven long days.
Bones broken, stitches running like scars,
Hospital bill big enough to buy a hundred cars.

Verse 2
Doc said, “Here, son, take what you need,”
Little white devils planting their seed.
Said it’s for pain, but the hook was deep,
Didn’t know the hunger I was gonna keep.
Million-dollar debt in my mailbox grin,
And a thirst I can’t fight crawling under my skin.
From script to curse, from healing to chain,
Every pill a step deeper into pain.

Chorus
Trapped between the doctor and the dealer’s hand,
Government grins while they poison the land.
Monkey on my back pulling steel and stone,
Every system’s built to strip you to the bone.

Verse 3
Lost my job, lights gone dark,
Ramen for breakfast, a cold house stark.
Wife’s staring like she’s staring through glass,
Little girl asking, “Where’s my dad?” as days pass.
Tears hitting sink, shame flooding my soul,
South Georgia boy caught in a hole.
Call the doc, “I need ’em bad, you know—
Three days early, I can’t let go.”

Verse 4
“No payment, no plan—insurance is dead,
You don’t need that poison,” the same doc said.
The one who opened hell’s swinging door
Now leaves me shaking, begging for more.
Out to the street, chasing dull relief,
But every pill’s death dressed up as a thief.
Fentanyl rain in the shadow trade,
Murder wrapped in the deals they’ve made.

Bridge
Who sells poison and kills their own crowd?
Who pockets blood and laughs out loud?
It’s a system designed so you can’t get free,
They’re trading souls for currency.

Verse 5
Suboxone whispers like a holy hymn,
Government says “give it,” but gates stay grim.
Prices jacked five times, they choke the vein,
Telemed laws make the sick maintain.
"Fuck your withdrawal, fuck your need—
Pay me, suffer, or watch yourself bleed."

Final Chorus
Trapped between help and a conman’s game,
Each devil grinning while they stake their claim.
South Georgia strong, but the fight’s been long—
Still breathing, still cursing what they’ve done wrong.

Outro
This is my dirt-road gospel, my fight-song prayer,
From pills to the street, I’ve been everywhere.
System bled me, body and soul,
But I’m still here, and I ain’t letting go.