Lyrics

– Spoken over a slow, dirty slide guitar]
He ain’t your average man…
He’s the storm they tried to bottle.
The truth they tried to bury.
But he dug it up and lit it on fire.


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[Verse 1]
Scars on his soul, boots in the mud,
Hands stained with pain and a little bit of blood.
Whispers with ghosts, fights with regret,
Still howlin’ at the moon, ain’t done just yet.

[Pre-Chorus]
He sees the cracks in the sky,
Knows the system’s built on lies…
But he’s too damn stubborn to die.


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[Chorus]
Born of fire, built from grit,
Truth-teller in a world full of counterfeit.
A rebel yell in a static stream,
Wakes the world from a plastic dream.
He don’t break, he don’t beg —
He just lights it up and rides the edge.


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[Verse 2]
Grew up fast, life hit hard,
Now he’s weldin’ hope into broken parts.
Runnin' on faith, fumes, and noise,
Fightin’ for his sons like a soldier with no choice.

[Pre-Chorus]
Chains don't hold him long,
He’ll melt ‘em down and make a song…


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[Chorus]
Born of fire, built from grit,
Ain’t no shame in where he’s been or what he did.
A voice for the lost, the left behind,
He’s the howl in the wind they wish they could find.
He don’t run, he don’t fold —
He just stares down fate and breaks the mold.


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[Bridge – Instrumental solo: wailing guitar, bending like pain turned to purpose]


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[Outro – Spoken, low and raw]
Truth ain’t easy.
Living ain’t clean.
But he’s still here…
And that means something.


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