Cold Steel Conviction

Rattled brain, sunrise crackin’ through a frostbit sky Thoughts detonate like a quarry blast inside World tried teachin’ me in fluorescent halls and screens Pushin’ polished lies dressed up as American dreams Pages kept preachin’ what success should be But them words never bled, never busted knuckles like me So I slammed that book on a rusted shop bench Echo rang loud like a cold iron wrench I ain’t buyin’ the glitter in a counterfeit crown Seen too many kings fall face-first in the ground They sell sin like comfort in a paper cup But it tastes like poison when you drink it up I don’t march to the rhythm of a hollow parade I carve my road with a worn out blade World laws shift like black ice roads God’s commandments are the tracks I drove Stamped in my soul like numbers on steel Forged in the furnace where the truth gets real I don’t need fake faces behind touchscreen glow Or plastic prophets tellin’ me which way to go You learned from books with their polished spine I learned from scars and hard overtime From gravel road sermons and engines that cried From prayin’ through storms with grease-stained hands tied I seen what happens when morals rust thin Watched good men buckle when they bargain with sin Seen families crack like lake ice in spring Heard empty promises the devil likes to sing But I found my compass in an older design Ten carved truths drawn in a heavenly line They don’t fade out when the culture shifts gears They hold their ground through the blood and tears North wind bit when I chose that path Cold truth burns with a righteous wrath Ain’t glamorous walkin’ that narrow lane But it keeps your spirit from rottin’ in chains I don’t need silver tongues or digital fame Don’t need approval in a hashtag game My worth ain’t built by a follower count It’s measured by faith that the storms can’t mount There ain’t no rewind on the roads I’ve paved Every mile carved from choices I made Experience taught me what textbooks hide Pain’s a professor that won’t let lies slide I hear the world screamin’, “Come back, conform” But I’ve stood too long in conviction’s storm My boots froze solid but my roots dug deep Faith’s the promise I swore to keep So let the world spin in its neon spin I ain’t tradin’ truth just to blend in I’ll stand like iron in a blizzard night With commandments burnin’ like forge fire light No goin’ back to a counterfeit throne I walk with the Carpenter, never alone While the world keeps buildin’ castles in sand I’m boltin’ my life with a nail-scarred hand