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 no pay   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