Straight Out of the Lou — Secondhand Grace – Westside (Official Song)

Straight out of the Lou — fourteen hours rolling, Kentucky roots, and a heavy load that don't quit. 🎁 Want to make songs in YOUR own voice? My whole system is in one pack: https://joshcoy.gumroad.com/l/xfmubr — and the free Release Checklist is here: https://joshcoy.gumroad.com/l/release... Westside is a trucker's night-run song — from the Portland pavement to the West End block, Louisville concrete to the Indiana line. It's about the grind nobody sees, and the broken people carrying it anyway. "'Cause we're all broken people, we all bleed the same" 👍 Like if this one hit home 💬 Comment your favorite line 🔔 Subscribe — new Secondhand Grace songs every Tuesday & Friday 💬 What city made you who you are? 🎧 Hear the albums everywhere: Still Here — https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/sec... · Family Songs — https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/sec... #SecondhandGrace #CountryRap #Westside #Louisville Created with Suno AI, featuring Josh's own voice. 🎵 LYRICS [Verse 1] Yeah, truck stop coffee and a cigarette burn, Got a heavy-ass load and a lesson to learn. From the Portland pavement to the West End block, Got the rhythm in the rhythm and the wheels that rock. Fourteen years old, putting in the grind, Leaving all the weakness and the doubt behind. Big body frame, six feet in the boots, Dug down deep with the Kentucky roots. [Chorus] 'Cause we're all broken people, we all bleed the same, Hustling in the shadows, taking on the blame. With the steel on the dashboard, back to the wall, Catching every blow as we take the fall. Yeah, we ain't alone, running heavy through the steeple, Hard-knock outlaws, just broken people. [Verse 2] Look in the mirror, see the miles on the face, Trapped in the system, trying to beat the pace. Fourteen hours rolling down the interstate line, Trying to keep it together while the gears align. Mama told me early 'bout the snakes in the grass, Fast money goes, and the hardship lasts. Now I'm staring through the fog with a loaded mind, Leaving all the fake-ass players behind. Got the bass in the chest, got the mud on the floor, Kicking down the gate, slamming hard on the door. White boy rhythm with a country rap punch, Eating all the haters for a midday lunch. From the Louisville concrete to the Indiana line, Grinding that paint, turn the sweat in the wind. [Chorus] 'Cause we're all broken people, we all bleed the same, Hustling in the shadows, taking on the blame. With the steel on the dashboard, back to the wall, Catching every blow as we take the fall. Yeah, we ain't alone, running heavy through the steeple, Hard-knock outlaws, just broken people. [Outro] Hardened flow from the River City streets, Heavy-duty hustle on these country beats. No apologies, just real life rolling uncut, Straight out of the Lou, rest in peace to the ones we lost. We keep pushing.