Roots in the Red Clay

Matthew Williams, boots in the dirt. South Carolina sun, man,

it burns like hurt. Soil tech grindin', shovel in their hand.

Readin' Earth's history like lines in the sand. Mud cake jeans, sweat soaked shirt

. Every day a battle diggin' deep in the earth .

Tough as pine bark, sharper than a spade. Fightin' for tomorrow

in the holes he made. Carolina clay where the red runs deep .

Matthew out here where the roots don't sleep . Lover and fighter, dirt's in his

veins. King of the soil, breakin' ground through pain