The Kind of Man I Am

I ain’t no saint, but I walk a straight line,
Tip my hat to the morning, hold the door every time.
Got scars on my knuckles from fighting what’s wrong,
But I kiss like a poet and I love like a song.

I give up my seat to the weary and old,
Say “thank you” and “please,” like my daddy told me so.
I don’t charge a damn dime just to lend you a hand;
I help 'cause kindness don’t cost, it’s the law of the land.

I’m the kind of man who will bleed for the truth,
Still call her “my lady,” still walk in my boots.
One woman man, faithful through fire,
If love is a kingdom, she’s my only empire.

Raised by a queen with fire in her soul,
She taught me to stand, never beg, never fold.
I kneel when I pray, stand proud for my land,
It's the code that’s been handed from father to man.

I don’t need your gospel shoved down my throat,
I’ll fight for your right, just don’t rock my boat.
You believe what you want, but don’t tread on mine;
My creed is respect, my temple’s divine.

Life’s sacred to me, till you prove that you ain’t,
Then justice comes cold, clean as a saint.
I ain’t here to judge, but I’ll carry the sword,
Deliver the wicked, let God have the word.

Yeah, I’m the kind of man who don’t flinch or run,
Don’t cheat on my woman, don’t raise a fake son.
Being born male? That’s the start of the climb;
But being a man? That takes heart, grit, and time.

So raise up a glass to the quiet and proud,
To the ones who walk straight when the world’s getting loud.
No halo on me, just dirt on these hands;
But I live by a code...
Yeah, that’s the kind of man I am.