

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Sun burns through these busted blinds Coffee's gone, but I’m still tryin' Rent’s late, truck’s loud, boss on my back Mama keeps callin', says "boy, don’t crack" [Pre-Chorus] Feels like every door Slams when I get close Yeah, I’ve heard that roar From the wolves and the crows [Chorus] I'm doin' all I can With these rough, split hands Pushin' this rock up a rusted hill When it rolls back down, I still Stand up, spit out that dirt Pray through the hurt If it’s me against this whole damn world Then it’s me and God against the world [Verse 2] Paycheck’s thin as a worn-out dime Barstool talk says I’m wastin' time She left a note on the counter, key on the floor Said, "you love a fight more than you love me anymore" [Pre-Chorus] Yeah, I talk to the sky When the nights get mean Ask, "how many hits Till you finally let me breathe?" [Chorus] I'm doin' all I can With these rough, split hands Pushin' this rock up a rusted hill When it rolls back down, I still Stand up, spit out that dirt Pray through the hurt If it’s me against this whole damn world Then it’s me and God against the world [Bridge] Maybe I’m stubborn Maybe that’s grace I keep showin’ up To a rigged-up race But I ain’t layin’ down In that losing lane You can stack those odds I’ll still say my name (yeah) [Chorus] I'm doin' all I can With these rough, split hands Pushin' this rock up a rusted hill When it rolls back down, I still Stand up, spit out that dirt Pray through the hurt If it’s me against this whole damn world Then it’s me and God against the world (yeah) It’s me and God against the world
Tags
country, Gravel-road country ballad with raspy male vocals, brushed snare, lonesome pedal steel, and worn-in acoustic guitar. Verses stay low and intimate; chorus widens with stacked harmonies and a simple, driving kick. Subtle organ pads swell into a bridge that strips back to voice and guitar, then returns with full band for a gritty, defiant final hook., world
3:07
No
3/8/2026