Dirt Roads and Loaded Guns

Raised where dirt roads splits, where the moonlight glows. Daddy's hands in

the dirt and the cop all know. Back porch whispers talkin' bills at

the creek. Learned to count cash before I could read. Playground kids with

the games and toys. Me, I knew silence better than noise.

They traded marbles, I traded fear. Childhood gone, disappeared that year. Dirt roads and

loaded guns . Growin' up fast where the sun don't shine.

No childish ways , just real life grind .

Other kids laughed, I just survived. Dirt roads and loaded guns . Mama's eyes tired,