Swamp Grind
Patience is a hard sell,
When you’re walking that thin line,
Holding it together,
While the grind messes your mind.
Punching the clock for hours,
Stacking up what ain’t mine,
Patience is a virtue,
When the truth’s too hard to find.
I’m knee-deep in the swamp grind,
Mud on my boots and fire in my spine.
Ain’t no shortcuts, just grit and time,
Gonna wrestle this beast, leave doubt behind,
I’m standing strong in the thick of the grind.
The sun’s a killer in the bayou heat,
Air’s so heavy, it drops you to your knees,
I’m out here fightin’, scratchin’ for scraps,
Chasing a dream that don’t look back.
Every swing of the axe, every drop of sweat,
Gets me closer, but I ain’t there yet,
This swamp don’t forgive, it don’t forget,
You want the prize? Pay the debt.
I’m knee-deep in the swamp grind,
Mud on my boots and fire in my spine.
Ain’t no shortcuts, just grit and time,
Gonna wrestle this beast, leave doubt behind,
I’m standing strong in the thick of the grind.
This ain’t for the weak, this ain’t for the tame,
This is blood and bone, life’s hard game.
The swamp don’t care about your pride,
It just waits to see if you survive.
I’m knee-deep in the swamp grind,
Mud on my boots and fire in my spine.
Ain’t no shortcuts, just grit and time,
Gonna wrestle this beast, leave doubt behind,
I’m standing strong in the thick of the grind.
Patience ain’t no virtue,
Out where the wild vines climb,
But in the heart of the swamp grind,
I’ll carve my name in time.