Brother Through The Phone

Wow—nearly 3,000 streams! I’m beyond grateful for everyone who’s taken the time to listen to 'Lessons From My Past.' This song means so much to me, and seeing it resonate with so many of you has been incredible. Your support and shares have made this journey unforgettable, and I’m so excited to keep creating and sharing more with you all. Thank you for being part of this ride!

Lessons From My Past

A Lotta Women

[Verse 1]
Back then,
Was a different world, 
In different times,
With different rules.
Right now,
Can’t speak your mind,
Can’t cross the line,
Can’t waste the fuel.

[Verse 2]
Back then,
You drove a truck,
Five hundred miles,
Only cost you twenty.
Right now, 
Can’t fill her up,
Can’t afford a trip,
Passed the county.

[Chorus]
I remember we were free, didn’t need much to get by.
Now we’re chasin’ every dollar, in a world runnin’ dry.
We were livin’ for the moment, without fear in our eyes.
Now we’re barely holdin’ on, as our time slippin’ by.

[Verse 3]
Back then, 
You drank the water, 
From a garden hose,
And you’re still breathin’.
Right now,
You read the labels,
You wash your hands,
And you’re still thinkin’.

[Verse 4]
Back then,
you went to church,
Listened to a prayer,
And asked for mercy.
Right now, 
You’re wastin’ time, 
Waitin’ for a sign, 
But you can’t see.

[Chorus]
I remember we were free, didn’t need much to get by
Now we’re chasin’ every dollar, in a world runnin’ dry
We were living for the moment, without fear in our eyes
Now we’re barely holdin’ on, as our time slippin’ by

[Verse 5]
Back then,
Was a different world,
In different times,
With different rules.
Right now,
It’s a whole new world, 
A whole new time,
And too many rules.

[Chorus]
I remember we were free, didn’t need much to get by
Now we’re chasin’ every dollar, in a world runnin’ dry
We were living for the moment, without fear in our eyes
Now we’re barely holdin’ on, as our time slippin’ by

Back Then
Back Then
Back Then

Terence Hart – All Right Reserved

Terrence Hart

Back Then

Homecoming

When your life in in the saddle, there is just one wish. Riding even when your old and gray, till your last day. 

When I'm old and gray

Dr. Foss strips it down to the bone.
“Ain’t no pattern, ain’t no plan” is a bare country confession for the ones wandering without a map.

No chorus. No fix.
Just feeling. Just truth.
For anyone who ever looked up and thought:
This can’t be it… can it?

Ain’t No Pattern, Ain’t No Plan

Dough Boy’s rollin’, tires so high,
A lift kit that’s reaching for the sky.
The pills didn’t work, no blue little dreams,
So he cranked the diesel, and made it scream.
A cloud of smoke with a thundering roar,
He ain't compensating, no, not anymore.

He’s got no steel, and the axles bend—
A floppy truth he can’t defend.

Dough Boy drives with a dough-soft dong,
Rollin’ coal like nothin’s wrong.
His shaft don’t rise, but the chassis might,
Suspension compensates each night.

At the corner shop, he revs that beast,
With a V8 roar, he's the freakin' priest.
Shifting gears, blowing clouds of despair,
But he ain’t slowing, he’s breathing the air.
It’s more than just horsepower and torque,
It’s a symbol of might when things just don’t work.

Revving blind through smoke and bluster,
He’s got the heat, but can’t muster.

Dough Boy thunders down the street,
A monument to his limp deceit.
His manhood's made of crescent dough,
And no amount of torque will grow.

When the sun sets low and the trucks all around,
He’s the loudest on the block, shaking the ground.
A man of the moment, but inside he's hollow,
His truck’s his pride, the one thing he can follow.
Dough Boy, with the rolling coal mist,
A myth of manhood he can’t resist.

He’s not upright, but still he climbs—
The only height is axle-timed.

Dough Boy, flaccid king of smoke,
With girthless pride and piston poke.
No blood will surge, but diesel might,
He hauls his shame in broad daylight.

Dough Boy’s still rolling, tires to the sky,
In his lifted dream, he’s still flying high...

Dough Boy

Broken Wings (Remix)

A raw, story-driven country ballad about mistakes, redemption, and the wisdom you only get from living it. The Long Way Home takes you through years of love lost, promises kept, and lessons learned the hard way — but always with hope that love finds its way back. Steel-string grit, porchlight warmth, and the kind of truth that only comes with age.

The Long Way Home

Dirt under fire

🎧 300K+ plays. Pm 4 Retake\remix\collab\Artists
No label. No rules. Some sleep.

Trap, Rap, Trance, Country++
Psy-wired poetry with beat scars.

Lyrics: headmade.
Tracks: built by me – with AI in the loop.

I upload from inside the glitch.

➕ Open for sync, film & collabs
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