Blue Pill (Deluxe) [Slowed + Reverbed]

Kill My High Freestyle (Bonus Track [Slowed + Reverbed])

(Intro)
From the dust, from the grime, from the grit of forgotten time,
From the struggle, from the pain, from the sun and the pouring rain,
Dirt and sweat, heart and soul, making broken spirits whole,
Dirt and blood, hard and true, shaping me and shaping you.
Oh, the dirt, deep within, where the true strength can begin,
Oh, the earth, cold and real, how the honest strong ones feel.
Dirt... yeah, dirt... forged from dirt...
Dirt... yeah, dirt... the real work...

(Verse 1)
When the sun beats down, muscles strain,
Through the sweat and dust, and the driving rain.
You feel it deep, in your calloused hand,
The raw, hard truth of this rugged land.
Every scar tells a tale, every ache, a cost,
Lessons learned, battles lost.
He ain't born of silk, or of silver spoon,
But the stubborn fight, 'neath the midday moon.
Yeah, the dirt it clings, to his weary face,
Leaving grit and wisdom, in its rightful place.
From the ground he rose, fire within him will burn,
Finding honest value, finding honest worth.

(Chorus)
From the dirt, yeah, the honest dirt,
Where the calloused hands really hurt.
From the dust and the grit, through the sweat and the fray,
True men are forged at the close of the day.
Oh, the earth in his blood, and the sun on his brow,
That's how real strength gets born, right here, right now.
Yeah, from the dirt, from the deep, hard ground,
That's where the heart of a true man is found.

(Verse 2)
When the world throws stones, and the spirit's low,
He digs down deeper, makes his resolve grow.
Through the silent nights, and the biting cold,
Stories of resilience, bravely unfold.
He ain't phased by glitter, or by empty show,
But the steady current, where the true rivers flow.
Yeah, the earth beneath him, a solid base,
Leaving strength and purpose, in its rightful place.
From the struggle learned, and through the trials he's been,
The hardened edges show, where the man begins.
He's a son of sweat, a brother of the rock,
Standing firm and ready, ticking like a clock.

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
When the slick talk flows, and the easy way calls,
He's building foundations, standing tall through the squalls.
Through the doubt and the sneers, and the whispered lies,
He trusts in his hands, and the truth in his eyes.
He ain't chasing shadows, or a fleeting thrill,
But the steady rhythm, of a strong, working will.
Yeah, the dust of the field, it defines his grace,
Leaving grit and honesty, in its rightful place.
From the hard-won wisdom, and the battles fought,
Every lesson hammered, every lesson taught.
He's a son of labour, a brother of the grain,
Working 'til the twilight, through the sun and the rain.

(Chorus)

(Verse 4)
When the fancy lights fade, and the fragile things break,
He's the steady anchor, for goodness sake.
Through the deepest ruts, and the steepest climb,
He keeps on pushing, winning back lost time.
He ain't bowed by comfort, or a cushioned seat,
But the steady pounding, of his tired feet.
Yeah, the soil beneath him, a grounding force,
Leaving strength and purpose, charting out his course.
From the honest toil, and the sweat-soaked brow,
He's proving his worth, right here and now.
He's a son of hardship, a brother of the clay,
Rising with the morning, ending with the day.

(Outro)
From the dirt, yeah, the honest dirt,
Where the calloused hands still hurt.
From the dust and the grit, through the sweat and the fray,
True men are forged at the close of the day.
Oh, the dirt... yeah, the dirt...
It's where the strong men stand, it's where the work is...
From the dirt... yeah, the dirt...
Always rising... from the dirt...
The real man... from the dirt...
Yeah... the dirt...

(Chorus)

True Men Are Forged From Dirt

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True Men Are Forged From Dirt

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