Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah Price on everything Life too Listen [Verse 1] Mama worked double Fridge held air We learned math Counting who wasn't there Block like a battlefield Chalk lines crooked First time I saw a body I ain't even blink, just looked at it Gunshots loud But the screams hit harder Cousin turned 18 Then he turned martyr War ain't flags It's food stamps, court dates Kids drawing tanks In the school hallway [Chorus] Blood on the budget, they cutting the light We pay in caskets when they wanna fight War in the desert, war in the hood Die for a flag or a block, it's the same stained wood Prayers on the floorboards, echo in the night Grief in the gutter, never in the headlines If peace got a price, we ain't seen it yet All I see is debt, all I see is death [Verse 2] They ship our brothers out Call it "serve your nation" He shipped his body back Inside a metal statement Folded that flag Like it folded my aunt She just rocked in the kitchen Couldn’t even talk Meanwhile generals Toast to the contracts We toast cheap liquor Over burnt food, bad facts War stories quiet In a one-room spot PTSD in his eyes In my block, same shot [Chorus] Blood on the budget, they cutting the light We pay in caskets when they wanna fight War in the desert, war in the hood Die for a flag or a block, it's the same stained wood Prayers on the floorboards, echo in the night Grief in the gutter, never in the headlines If peace got a price, we ain't seen it yet All I see is debt, all I see is death [Bridge] How many names Fit on one brick wall? How many kids Gotta answer that call? If heaven got gates They crowded, they rust If mercy got room It better make some for us (yeah) [Chorus] Blood on the budget, they cutting the light We pay in caskets when they wanna fight War in the desert, war in the hood Die for a flag or a block, it's the same stained wood Prayers on the floorboards, echo in the night Grief in the gutter, never in the headlines If peace got a price, we ain't seen it yet All I see is debt, all I see is death
Tags
rap, Dark, moody trap with male vocals; detuned bells and a menacing, sparse piano loop over heavy, dragging 808s and crisp hats. Verses sit in a close, intimate pocket with dry vocal and subtle slapback; hook explodes with doubled leads, low-octave ad-libs, and a slightly wider, grimy mix. Occasional orchestral stabs and distant choir pads lift the gravity of the war imagery while keeping everything street and hard-hitting.
Duration
2:47
Instrumental
No
Created
3/20/2026