Beans bullets and excuses

Yeah… this one for S-4, logistics, REMF nation

Y’all sittin’ pretty while we eat frustration

Infantry speakin’ — mic check, one-two

You failed the resupply, now catch this one too

We humpin’ eighty pounds through mud and thorn,

You post spreadsheets from an air-conditioned dorm

We call for water, you send us warm excuses,

“Sorry, convoy stuck” — bro, that’s straight-up abusive

MREs from ’98, crackers hard as Kevlar,

Cheese spread lookin’ like it survived a mortar,

We’re out here rationin’ while you got DFAC pizza,

Fourth plate, extra dip — yeah, we see ya

Beans, bullets, bandages — where they at though?

Helo flew past, dropped nothin’ but shadow

We hold the line, you hold the clipboard tight,

Next time we’re low, better pray we don’t fight

Y’all talk big game from the FOB safe zone,

But when the ammo’s dry, you’re suddenly unknown

Infantry forever, y’all just supply clowns,

Keep missin’ the drop — we gon’ burn this town down

“Priority cargo” — that’s what the email read,

Came back with three cases of Rip Its instead

We’re on day four of the same damn menu,

Tuna surprise? Nah, just straight disappointment, boo

You got climate control, we got trench foot dreams,

You countin’ beans on Excel, we countin’ magazines

One mag left, one radio battery dyin’,

While you’re sippin’ iced latte, quietly lyin’

Remember Fallujah? Remember the ’Stan?

We ate dirt for breakfast, still took the land

You were back at Bagram countin’ your stock,

We were prayin’ the next resupply ain’t a mock

Beans, bullets, bandages — where they at though?

Bird came empty, left us in the black hole

We bleed for the mission, you bleed red tape,

Next time you short us, better watch your gate

Y’all the real POGs, hidin’ behind the wire,

We the tip of the spear, still fightin’ with fire

Supply chain broken? That’s on you, not fate

From the grunts in the dirt — checkmate

…break, break… this is actual…

We still holdin’… but we remember who failed us…

Over