Classic Rock: Life on the Decade Road - Studio-Quality AI Music Generator by Tangra AI

[Verse 1] Six in the morning, hitting the I-Five south. Peterbilt growling, chrome grill grinning like a shark. Decade Trans logo slapped on the heavy door. The dispatcher grunted, said make the dock by noon. They gave me unlimited days to rest my head. But this cargo is hot, smelling like burnt rubber. Check the side-view, seeing a black sedan tailing close. My hand stays near the seat, grip on iron. High stakes hauling across the state line tonight. No time for scales, we blowing the weigh station. The boss is a ghost with a heavy gold chain. He talks in riddles about loyalty and silent loads. I seen what happened to the last driver who talked. They found his rig empty near the grapevine pass. Now I push the pedal, floorboard meeting my boot. West Coast sun burning through the tinted glass. [Chorus] Unlimited time off when you buried in dirt. Decade miles rolling, heavy debt in every turn. Short dock times, keep the wheels spinning fast. Gangster trucking, praying that the diesel lasts. (Keep it rolling, never look back) [Verse 2] Pulling into the yard, gates clicking shut behind. Men in dark suits moving crates like clockwork. Don’t ask what’s inside, just sign the damn paper. My cut is fat but my soul feels paper thin. They claim we a family, a crew, a brotherhood. But I see the red dots on the warehouse wall. Long miles ahead, headed toward the desert heat. The speed of the engine mirrors the lies told. I’m an accomplice in a chrome-plated cage. Every mile I gain is a year I lose. Radio noise screaming about a hijacked load. I keep my eyes front, steering through the madness. State troopers lurking under the overpass bridge. I drop a gear, creeping like a thief in daylight. One wrong move and the decade ends right here. Just another ghost on the asphalt interstate map. [Chorus] Unlimited time off when you buried in dirt. Decade miles rolling, heavy debt in every turn. Short dock times, keep the wheels spinning fast. Gangster trucking, praying that the diesel lasts. (Keep it rolling) [Outro] West side trucking. Decade got the keys to the kingdom. But the kingdom is a cemetery. Ninety-two BPM. Keep driving. Don't stop. (Unlimited time...)

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