14 Raised For The Reckoning

I don't talk big, don't need to prove What my boots been through, you couldn't move Sun up grind, with the sun burned back I still got time for a cold six pack Ain't a tic-tac cowboy, now I'm real Still in my spine, hand on the wheel Don't chase cloud, just check some pride If you don't get it, then step aside I was raised for the reckoning, made for the fire Fueling my blood and grit in the tires Built on church, dirt, fist and flame Say my name with respect and I'll do the same Respects the women, elders and ground But cross that line, I'll suck I'm the one With a V8 heart, mud on the tires from where I start Got scars from love, fights and years But I grins through them all as I shift the gears I don't need likes, I earn some cheers In the woods, I shop the back road beers This man don't break, don't flinch, don't fake I just stomp on gas and let it shade I was raised for the reckoning, made for the flame Working all week then wrecking the game Built on Bibles, rifles and truth Ain't nothing soft about the sniffing proof Stays hollow, but when it gets loud I stand tall dust to fill the banks hardwood roots in a redneck place I don't flex I live this life ready to ride ready to fight I was raised for the reckoning born for the heat country king would work in hands and boots on beat now for show I'm the storm they said when the game gets real and the cow has been so with this wild roughen time to run