Tough

You think you're tough with your bass speakers kicking in the back
 And your triple X lyrics blaring from your puke green Cadillac
 You've got your bling bling on
 And your tattoos running up and down your arms
 Ah ain't you bad with the seat of your britches hanging down that far
 Yeah, I had to break it to you punk
 But all that stuff ain't got a thing to do with being tough
 Cause tough is your fingers bleeding
 It's a hundred degrees and you're gettin up hay
 Tough is your old man yelling
 Get up out of that bed at the break of day
 Keeping on going when you know you've had enough
 That's tough
 It might seem that I'm comin down a little hard on you
 But you think you're a man and you still gotta lot of growin up to do
 I bet you talk a big game when you're hangin' with your boys in some pool hall
 But I wonder how you'd act if you ever had your back up against the wall
 Yeah I'm sure those joints you hang out in get pretty rough
 But you've got a lot to learn about being tough
 Cause tough is a single mom workin three jobs so her kids can eat
 Tough is reading bed time stories when your body's begging you to go to sleep
 Given all you've got for what you love
 That's tough
 See it wasn't very long ago
 My little brother was about your age
 He joined the Corp and before we knew it they shipped him away
 So far away
 And tough is a momma cryin' waving goodbye as her baby leaves
 Tough is a teenage soldier on the front lines fighting just to keep you free
 Prayin for one more day from God above
 That's tough
 Son that's tough
 Pull your britches up!
 Take a little pride in yourself