[Verse 1]
Cant keep running, but I gotta make this shit right..
Gotta face the reality, this could be my last night!
Makin my rounds in this fucked up game, tailgate down on a backroad lane,
before another life these streets claim beneath the pale moon's stain.
Gotta learn to shoot first, or be the one in the dirt.
Gotta watch your own back cant dance with the devil and expect not to get hurt.
[Pre-Chorus]
Wind on the porch, headlights cut through the pines,
my heartbeat counts the mileage while I'm crossing county lines.
I taste the iron of the danger, but I won't fold or fade,
standin' on the edge, prayin' I can see another day.
[Chorus]
If I can make it one more day, I keep my soul, I won't be paid,
I rise again, I won't just fade away — one more day, one more day.
If I can make it one more day, I keep my fire, I won't be swayed,
I walk the dark, I find my way — one more day, one more day.
[Verse 2]
I keep on runnin but I never get far, this street life sticks like tar.
Keep one eye on the windows and one eye on your car.
Once they spot your whip, your night's gone dark like a blown-out star,
Pulling these stacks like there's a price to pay, praying I see another day at the bar.
Running these worn roads, motherfucking nights under neon and stars,
counting friends turned outlines washed away behind these barbed-wire scars.
[Bridge]
Been runnin for so long my feet feel like fire,
I wanna give up but I gotta keep fighting for the ones whose lights expired.
Making the snakes run and hide, I don't play games, I don't bow,
you think you'll bury me — I'll come back taller from the ground.
[Chorus]
If I can make it one more day, I keep my soul, I won't be paid,
I rise again, I won't just fade away — one more day, one more day.
If I can make it one more day, I keep my fire, I won't be swayed,
I walk the dark, I find my way — one more day, one more day.
[Verse 3]
So come at me with your bullshit again, actin' like a G but you're foldin' to the feds,
don't make me pull my strap, I'd rather leave you in the dark where nobody treads.
The story of a younger one and why he pulled quick licks will close tonight,
he thought his game was slick, but snakes don't watch the rear-view right.
You a snitch? You a rat? You ain't steady, you got played for a plan,
boy thought he had the hand, ended with nothing but a one-way van.
[Outro]
So the moral of the story is, if you gonna run the game,
dont ever let em see you slipping, hold your name through the flame.
Or yo mama will be left just crying in the rain,
I keep on movin' — if I can make it one more day, I live again.
