Dirt

Qeustions Studios Presents: Dirt
AI Music
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Daddy worked till his hands turned red,
Mama prayed, but the bills stayed fed.
Hand-me-down shoes, holes in my jeans,
Living on faith and canned food dreams.
No silver spoons, just paper plates,
Taught to smile and clean my plate.
"Work real hard, and you’ll break free,"
That's what they said to me.
Dirt roads and dollar dreams,
Patchin’ up life at the torn-up seams.
We ain’t got much, but we got pride,
Built from struggle, built to survive.
Lightning bugs and backyard fights,
Slept to the sound of neon lights.
Ain’t got diamonds, ain’t got gold,
But we got stories left untold.
Breakfast was just sugar and bread,
Turned my pillow to the cold side of the bed.
Knew the pain in Mama’s eyes,
When she said, “Maybe next time.”
Learned real young how to stretch a dime,
How to fake a laugh and say, “I’m fine.”
Never knew what rich folks saw,
But we still learned to stand up tall.
Oh, we made do, yeah, we made it work,
Turned busted wheels into lessons learned.
And though the road was never paved,
We walked on through the pouring rain.
Dirt roads and dollar dreams,
Patchin’ up life at the torn-up seams.
We ain’t got much, but we got pride,
Built from struggle, built to survive.
Lightning bugs and

backyard fights,
Slept to the sound of neon lights.
Ain’t got diamonds, ain’t got gold,
But we got stories left untold.