Born in the Stix — Extended
by The Outlaw P.K. · Hip-Hop/Rap · Made with Suno · 0 plays
The story behind this song
I wrote this song about how I grew up in the stix. It is all about where I come from and how those roots shaped who I am today.
Style
southern hip hop, hip-hop, rap
Prompt
Southern hip hop
Lyrics
Born in the stix, still I rise from the clay, Every scar on my hands got a story to say. Pine trees lean while the night rolls on, Mud made me strong, and I’m still holdin’ on. Got that Southern drawl, still answer that call, Hands to the sky, I was built through it all. I stand tall, can’t drop the ball, Back against the wall, but I never crawl. Born in the stix, still I rise from the clay, Every scar on my hands got a story to say. I learned to keep pushin’ when the easy road’s gone. Red clay packed in the bed of the truck, Every hard mile taught me not to give up. County line sign with the paint peeled thin, I crossed that line and came back again. Got that Southern drawl, still answer that call, Hands to the sky, I was built through it all. I stand tall, can’t drop the ball, Back against the wall, but I never crawl. Kitchen table papers, bills in a stack, Mama said, “Keep your word, don’t turn your back.” Rain on the tin roof, coffee gone cold, I carry these lessons like a pocket of gold. From the sawmill whistle to the church bell ring, We make something mighty from a little bit of spring. No silver spoon, just a stubborn heartbeat, Turned every setback into gasoline. Let the county roads wind, let the hard days test, I got red dirt roots and a steel-plated chest. If the world wants proof, let it come see, Ain’t nobody taking what was raised in me. Got that Southern drawl, still answer that call, Hands to the sky, I was built through it all. I stand tall, can’t drop the ball, Back against the wall, but I never crawl. Born in the stix, still I rise from the clay, Every scar on my hands got a story to say. Pine trees lean while the night rolls on, Mud made me strong, and I’m still holdin’ on.