Whiskey, Fire, and a Kingdom Built

Strong men don’t dream of kingdoms. They build ‘em.

Weak men waste their fleeting days, Drown in wine and drift away. Strong men sweat with blood and hands, Stackin’ stone on broken lands.

Whiskey, fire, and a kingdom built, Brick by brick, through sweat and guilt. Don’t be the weak man, wastin’ his years— Be the strong man, forged in tears.

Weak men sleep while the storm runs wild, Strong men rise with a steady smile. Weak men fall when the gold is high, Strong men fight ‘til the day they die.

Whiskey, fire, and a kingdom built, Stone by stone, with blood they spilt. Don’t be the coward, soft at the core— Be the strong man, buildin’ more.

Strong hands leave marks. Weak hands leave dust.

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