Still Got Fire

Still Got Fire

It’s GrizzlyJones…

Yeah…

This one’s for the ones still standing.

Coffee gone cold on the dashboard again,

Sun ain’t up, but the workday begins.

Bills on the table, boots by the door,

Giving all you got, then they’re asking for more.

Got a few scars I don’t show to the crowd,

Some days I’m quiet, some days I’m loud.

But a voice in my chest says, “Boy, don’t quit,”

So I lace ’em back up and I walk through it.

I’ve been down in the dirt, had my face in the rain,

Watched a little bit of hope wash away in the drain.

But a spark’s still alive where the hurt runs deep—

And tonight that spark ain’t going back to sleep.

I still got fire, fire in my lungs,

A little more fight and a song unsung.

When the world gets heavy and the night gets long,

I turn that pain into a hell of a song.

Hey! Stomp your feet, let the whole ground shake,

We’re more than the weight that we carry each day.

If you’re breathing right now, let me hear you say:

“I still got fire, and I’m here to stay!”

For the mama working late, trying to make ends meet,

For the man in his truck catching sleep in the seat,

For the friend who smiles when he’s barely okay,

For the ones who show up anyway.

For the hands reaching out when you can’t stand tall,

For the ones who stay when they’ve seen it all.

Yeah, nobody gets through this life alone—

Sometimes a heart needs a hand to hold.

So if your flame’s burning low, come stand by mine,

We can shelter that spark till it starts to shine.

And if all you can do is get through tonight,

That’s enough, my friend—just hold on tight.

We still got fire, fire in our lungs,

A little more fight and a song unsung.

When the world gets heavy and the night gets long,

We turn that pain into a hell of a song.

Hey! Stomp your feet, let the whole ground shake,

We’re more than the weight that we carry each day.

If you’re breathing right now, let me hear you say:

“We still got fire, and we’re here to stay!”

Yeah…

Still got fire.

Still here.

Style/sound: Dark, raspy country-rap; stomping drums, gritty guitars, deep bass, and a soaring, hopeful chorus.