Screamin’ Eagle Blood

101st, Screamin’ Eagles fly,

Jumpin’ out the sky, where real ones die.

“Rendezvous with destiny” tatted in my chest,

Ain’t no Hollywood, this the real war test.

Yo, I was born for the dirt, trained for the grime,

Fort Campbell, boots laced, locked into time.

Eagle on my patch, I ain’t wear it for show,

That’s bloodline ink, let the whole world know.

Airborne soul, I done danced with death,

Screamin’ out rage with no fuckin’ breath.

Night jumps cold, in the blackest air,

Rifle on my chest, ain’t no time for prayer.

I seen boys cry, I seen men fall,

And I still got ghosts when I walk through halls.

But I never flinch, not once, not ever,

My heart beat harder than Kevlar leather.

I’m Screamin’ Eagle born — 101st flames,

We don’t flinch, we don’t fold, we don’t play games.

It’s a rendezvous with destiny, scars in my name,

If you ain’t airborne, you don’t know this pain.

I’m Screamin’ Eagle proud — forged in war heat,

Trained to move silent but bring the whole fleet.

My boots got stories, my hands still twitch,

I’m that 101 soldier, not your average bitch.

P.T. at dawn, like death in the mist,

Serge barkin’ orders, ain’t no room to resist.

Drills in my sleep, I still feel that weight,

Of a ruck on my spine and a soul full of hate.

They call it a unit, we called it a gang,

Brothers in arms, with the same damn pain.

Some made it back, some stuck in the frame,

Their face in my brain, I still whisper they name.

Jumpin’ out birds like we angels with rage,

M4 spittin’ prayers when we clear that stage.

From deserts to forests, from cold to heat,

I done marched through Hell just to claim these streets.

I’m Screamin’ Eagle born — 101st flames,

We don’t flinch, we don’t fold, we don’t play games.

It’s a rendezvous with destiny, scars in my name,

If you ain’t airborne, you don’t know this pain.

I’m Screamin’ Eagle proud — forged in war heat,

Trained to move silent but bring the whole fleet.

My boots got stories, my hands still twitch,

I’m that 101 soldier, not your average bitch.

They see the badge, but they don’t see the nights,

I was sittin’ in the dark, tryna make that right.

Friends gone, peace gone, head on tilt,

But I built from that pain, made armor from guilt.

My stripes earned with sweat, my name with blood,

You talk “respect” — I done swam through mud.

Ain’t no medals gon’ heal what I’ve seen,

But I rep that eagle like a damn marine.

So salute when you see it, don’t ask why,

That 101 patch make grown men cry.

We fly, we fight, we never forget,

Rendezvous with destiny — it’s inked in my set.

All my life always systematic