Tires hum a hymn down a one-lane truth,
High beams cuttin’ through the same old blues.
I been broke, I been wild, I been out my mind,
But I keep findin’ life in the grind.
Got a heart like chrome, yeah, cold but it shines,
Smoke in my throat, gold on my mind.
I don’t chase halos or hide from sin,
I just keep drivin’ through the mess I’m in.

Ain’t about holy, ain’t about clean,
It’s the miles in between where the soul gets seen.

Yeah, I’m burnin’ down the line,
Every scar another rhyme,
Turnin’ blacktop pain into gold.
Got the past in my mirror,
But the truth’s gettin’ clearer —
I don’t break, I reload.
Yeah, I turn smoke into gold.

Ash in my lungs, faith on E,
Still pourin’ out songs like gasoline.
Every loss I took was a spark,
Every dark taught me where to park.
These hands built something from the bruise and flame,
Ain’t proud, ain’t ashamed — it’s the same damn game.
You can keep your crowns, I’ll take my scars,
They shine better under these stars.

No choir, no confessions,
Just a tank full of lessons.

Yeah, I’m burnin’ down the line,
Every scar another rhyme,
Turnin’ blacktop pain into gold.
Got the past in my mirror,
But the truth’s gettin’ clearer —
I don’t break, I reload.
Yeah, I turn smoke into gold.

Let the bass hit low like thunder talkin’,
Every step I took came from fallin’.
Ain’t clean, but I’m real — that’s all I own,
Just a fistful of grit and a busted phone.
Ride till the wheels hum psalms,
Every wrong turn sound like calm.
Got sin in my smile, soul on parole,
But I still shine when I lose control.

I’m burnin’ down the line,
Every scar another rhyme,
Turnin’ blacktop pain into gold.
Got ghosts ridin’ shotgun,
But I don’t run —
I let the stories unfold.
Yeah, I turn smoke into gold.
(Yeah — smoke into gold.)