Thor in Adair

[Verse] Thor from Adair, chillin’ in the dust, Small town dreams, but the rap's a bust. Wrinkles on my face, but I keep it true, Tryna spit rhymes with the kiddies in the crew. [Verse 2] Almost forty, still strivin’ for that mic, Pension plan dreams, welfare on strike. Social Security, man, where’s my gold? Rap game cold, feelin’ kinda old. [Chorus] AARP sendin' me the mail, Rappin' 'bout retirement, life’s holy grail. Broke as a joke, ain't got them stacks, Adair, Iowa, small-town tracks. [Verse 3] Youth faded, but my spirit can't retire, Beats in my heart, light the spark, set fire. No limousines, just rusty old Fords, Living off instant noodles, praise the Lord. [Bridge] Hip Hop dreams doesn’t pay the bills, But I’m Thor from Adair, still huntin’ thrills. Pounded the pavement, no gold in sight, But these wrinkles show I've been in this fight. [Chorus] AARP sendin' me the mail, Rappin' 'bout retirement, life’s holy grail. Broke as a joke, ain't got them stacks, Adair, Iowa, small-town tracks.