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
Style
rapdarkmoody trap with male vocals; detuned bells and a menacingsparse piano loop over heavydragging 808s and crisp hats. verses sit in a closeintimate pocket with dry vocal and subtle slapback; hook explodes with doubled leadslow-octave ad-libsand a slightly widergrimy mix. occasional orchestral stabs and distant choir pads lift the gravity of the war imagery while keeping everything street and hard-hitting.
Prompt
A sinister, rap, trap, about the struggles of war, life, poverty, and the death of many. A male lead with a 50 cents style
Credits
Prompt byFierceNinja730
GeneratedMar 20, 2026
ModelAria v5
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