25-16

(Verse 1) Rolling down the avenue, under the morning sun, Number 25-16, the one they call the runt. M-I-C painted proud, but its story's not so sweet, The concrete mixer that most avoid to greet. (Chorus) Oh, 25-16, with mirrors that shake, Every bump, every turn, feels like an earthquake. But beneath that worn facade, there's a tale untold, Of a truck with a heart, a spirit bold. (Verse 2) Through the city streets it trundles, with a rumble and a hum, It's seen better days, but it's not yet done. No driver's hands seem willing, to grip its worn-out wheel, But there's a hidden strength, you can almost feel. (Chorus) Oh, 2516, with mirrors that shake, Every bump, every turn, feels like an earthquake. But beneath that worn facade, there's a tale untold, Of a truck with a heart, a spirit bold. (Bridge) In the quiet of the night, when the city sleeps, 2516 whispers secrets that it keeps. Of roads less traveled, and dreams that soar, Of the ones who drove it once, and more. (Verse 3) So here's to you, 2516, with your quirks and flaws, You've seen it all, the highs, the lows. Though your mirrors may shake, and your engine strain, You've got stories to tell, through sun and rain. (Chorus) Oh, 2516, with mirrors that shake, Every bump, every turn, feels like an earthquake. But beneath that worn facade, there's a tale untold, Of a truck with a heart, a spirit bold. (Outro) So let's raise a toast, to the underdogs of the road, To the ones who carry burdens, with stories yet untold. And though you may shake, in the morning light, You're a symbol of resilience, a beacon in the night.