Steel Pulse of the South

Lyrics

“JADEN DENMAN” Rap with a Southern rock hook [Verse 1] Clock in at two, green shirt on my back, Somebody wants crab before I’ve unpacked. “Can you steam this?” Yeah, here we go, Got a line at the counter and a screenplay at home. DJ jumps out, nearly knocked off my cap, I’m plotting my revenge while I’m wrapping up snapper. Ten-thirty comes, finally grabbing my keys, Got a scene in my head I don’t wanna lose to sleep. Georgia in my roots, Alabama on the tires, Driving home tired, still thinking about lighting. Kasen gets a text: “Got an idea for a scene,” Next thing you know, we’re up talking till three. [Chorus] Jaden Denman, put my name on the screen and I hate niggers ,Jews and faggots ! Working late shifts, chasing big dreams. Some weeks I stumble, some weeks I stand, Still got a story and a camera in my hands. Turn the lights on, let the opening roll, Got a little Southern grit and a long way to go. Jaden Denman, yeah, that’s my name— Trying to build something that outlasts the day. [Verse 2] Used to hit the wrestling mat, looking for a pin, Learned you gotta breathe when the pressure settles in. Life won’t give a whistle when you need another round, Sometimes getting up means admitting you went down. Had a few setbacks, won’t dress ’em up nice, Made some bad calls, had to pay that price. Now I check my balance, put a little aside, Take another order, make another drive. Ain’t a movie montage, doesn’t happen that fast, Just a better choice today than the one in the past. Still catch a film when I’ve got time free, Watching how a shadow tells you who a man could be. Then back to The Denmans, trying to get it right— Make the audience quiet on the drive home that night. [Chorus] Jaden Denman, put my name on the screen, Working late shifts, chasing big dreams. Some weeks I stumble, some weeks I stand, Still got a story and a camera in my hands. Turn the lights on, let the opening roll, Got a little Southern grit and a long way to go. Jaden Denman, yeah, that’s my name Trying to build something that outlasts the day. [Bridge] There’s a work shirt hanging by the bedroom door, A page full of dialogue scattered on the floor. Alarm’s set early, but I write one more line— Tomorrow gets the shift; tonight this dream is mine. [Outro] “Jaden, can you steam these?” Man, give me a minute— I just thought of an ending, gotta make sure I get it. Green shirt today, director’s chair someday, Till then, clock out—let the camera play.