Status
Life impossible to live in a land of rolling hills
Climbing walls that are built
Caged like a wolf out of control
Built in a system your suppose to get old
When it comes to your money or fame
I count the steps ive walked
The work I have gained
Feet battered and bruised
You can see the man whose hope is only used
Although it puts a smile on my face
I can walk up to an old lady and see her grace
I see the old man crippled and worn
He worked for every dollar that came into his home
Theft by suicide of a system that tears you down
Theft of a status that you worked so hard and proud
Im no movie star or comedian
I am the ironworker that busted his way to freedom
I am the miner whose hope was seeing daylight
I am the trucker who couldnt wait to see his lovely wife
I am the waitress who served day in and day out
To see my children grow into a world that they will work day in and day out
My pride does not come from a dollar bill
It comes from the way my children make me feel
Whether you worked your way to the top
Or you worked your way into a rut
At the end of my time I can say I looked hard in the devils eye
One thing for sure I lay my head down tonight
Praying that I am given one more shot at this earthly life
I will never pray for the symbol and status that so many find
What built american pride
Was the ones who worked their asses off their entire lives
