Steel-Toed

T.Jones on the beat I'm a pinewood poet with a steel-toed beat Spittin' hard truth where the gravel meets the street Tales from the fence line, pain in the chords Country-born heart with a hustler's roar Cracked leather boots kickin' dust in the wind Outlaw heart with a story to spin Whiskey on my breath, dirt on my jeans Livin' out here where the roots run deep Pickup bed packed with a six-string case Freestyle flow with that backwoods bass Bonfire burnin', sparks hit the sky Every rhyme I spit got the fireflies high I'm a pinewood poet with a steel-toed beat Spittin' hard truth where the gravel meets the street Tales from the fence line, pain in the chords Country-born heart with a hustler's roar Rust on the gate, chain swayin' slow Wind hums low like a banjo's roll Mama said "Boy, don't you lose your way But these backroad dreams don't let me stay Tires spinnin' dust, chasin' down fate Pocket full of pennies and a heart full of faith Verse in my chest, thunder in my veins Rappin' through the rain 'til I break all of these chains. I'm a pinewood poet with a steel-toed beat Spittin' hard truth where the gravel meets the street Tales from the fence line, pain in the chords, Country-born heart with a hustler's roar Light Show Baby