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Dirty White Trash

Dirty White Trash

Doc Raven

Альбом: Dirty White Trash
Длительность: 3:03
Год: 2025
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Born under a sun that don't shine for me
Back bend early breakin' ground just to eat
They call me dirty white trash, but I stand real tall
Stackin' sweat on sweat like a brick wall
Out here respect ain't handed, it's earned
Workin' fingers to the bone while the whole world burns
Prices climbin' faster than my boots hit the floor
They tell me to chill, but I ain't takin' no more

Yeah, I'm white but I ain't elite
Driver busted out Chevy and wall cracked concrete
You call it privilege, I call it chains
Swingin' this and I'm feelin' weight of the pain
Blood runs hot in this unfair game
They pile on the struggle but I shoulder the blame
Stealin' my spine, firin' my veins
Dirty white trash fightin' through the strain

They shake my pockets, tell me I still owe arrears
While my daughter's grown and I've burned through 22 years
You call it justice, I call it a hit
Got me payin' for a past since I'm never let quit
You want addiction to stop? Where's the med?
Buried in red tape while they count the dead
The price of hope comes right with the scam
But fentanyl's cheap and no one gives a damn

Yeah, I'm white, but where's my throne?
Just bustin' up those anti-family alone
Life keeps swingin' like a two-ton fist
But I fight back harder, I resist, I persist
Blood, money, blues, knives in my back
I'll keep movin' forward along this hard track
Stealin' my spine, firin' my veins
Dirty white trash fightin' through the strain

This ain't a welfare anthem, it's pride in my scars
It's blood, sweat, and tears just to keep these worn down cars
My freedom ain't free and prices won't drop
But I'm still out here until my heartbeat stops
Fix your eyes on Washington, call it a game
It's regimes and redemption, but I still feel the same
Y'all fight over suits, I'm still drownin' in debt
But I've earned every diamond that I won't regret

Southern blood runs thick as clay
And I'll keep diggin' 'til my dyin' day
I ain't lookin' for pity, just want what's mine
Not bettin' on a Sega just to grind in the time
Don't need a handout, just stop takin' my dues
I'm loaded with grit, payin' my own blues
Fine, oh, call me dirty white trash if you dare
But I don't wear these labels like armor, I swear

Born with nothin', but I'm a fighter, no doubt
And you better believe I'm still figurin' it out

Blood, money, blues, knives in my back
I was forged in the fire, no sense in turnin' back
Stealin' my spine, fire in my veins
Dirty white trash breakin' through the chains
So here's to the dirt, to the grind, to my roots
To the ones who keep goin' with or without boots
Yeah, it's dirty, and it's rough, but hell, it's real
Dirty white trash survivin' life's raw deal