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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Crumbling bleachers
Rust on the chain-link gate
Whole town fits
In this one-way state
Mama yelling “hit the books”
Coach yelling “hit that gap”
Same voice in my head
Says “make it out, don’t snap”
Phone in my locker
Cousin texting from the base
Says the field looks like home
Just a different kind of chase
He got sand in his lungs
I got mud on my cleats
He hear metal in the night
I hear whistles and cleats
[Chorus]
It’s a war zone
Under these lights
We line up
Like we fighting for our lives
Big dreams
In a small place
Every yard like
We’re running outta grace
I don’t want medals
I just want peace
But they only teach us
How to never take a knee
This war zone
Is all I know
Till that final drive
Gonna carry this load
[Verse 2]
Granddad’s flag
Faded in the living room glass
He tells stories ‘bout friends
That never made it back
I wear his number
Sharpied on my taped-up wrist
He says “use your anger, boy
Just don’t live in it”
Ref lights blinking
Like sirens in my sight
Crowd roar sounds
Like a hum before a fight
We just kids in helmets
Still they bet like it’s fate
Scouts in the shadows
Writing notes on our hate
[Chorus]
It’s a war zone
Under these lights
We line up
Like we fighting for our lives
Big dreams
In a small place
Every yard like
We’re running outta grace
I don’t want medals
I just want peace
But they only teach us
How to never take a knee
This war zone
Is all I know
Till that final drive
Gonna carry this load
[Bridge]
What if the whistles
Sounded like a choir (oh yeah)
What if the scoreboard
Didn’t count desire
What if my brother
Came home to this field
And we just played catch
Till the sky turned teal
[Chorus]
It’s a war zone
Under these lights
We line up
Like we fighting for our lives
Big dreams
In a small place
Every yard like
We’re running outta grace
I don’t want medals
I just want peace
But they only teach us
How to never take a knee
This war zone
Is all I know
Till that final drive
Gonna carry this load
Details
GeneratedMar 22, 2026
Duration2:45
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Gritty boom-bap with modern drill tint, male vocals. Sparse piano stabs over heavy, swung drums and deep sub-bass. Verses stay close-mic’d and conversational, ad-libs tucked deep. Chorus widens with stacked chants and stadium-style claps, kick pattern opens up for an anthemic, head-nod hook. Final chorus adds crowd shouts and filtered drum drops for a victory-lap feel., football, hip hop
Credits
Prompt byJohnthelyricist
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Football, war zone, bullets, big dreams, small place, rap, hip hop
