Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] History on replay Different flag, same pain They teach dates, not names (Who remembers the graves?) [Verse 1] March lines on the black-and-white frame Grainy film, same fire, new name Old books talk brave, talk glory Skip the part where the kids get buried Maps drawn up with a red pen shaking Cold hands signing lives for the taking They toast, then they turn off the news Somewhere mothers tie one less shoe Sirens sing in a language of fear Whole towns gone, but the smoke stays here You can count your medals, your scars, your scores But the dirt only learns more wars [Chorus] There are no winners in war Only names they don’t record We don’t need bombs anymore We’ve seen what they’re good for Mothers crying on the floor Holding air where kids once were History knocking at the door I won’t let it in no more [Verse 2] Granddad kept a letter in a rusted tin Said he watched his brother fall, never slept since Dates on the page, same months we in How many times we gon’ trip on the same thin wire again? Leaders talk big from a clean safe distance Draw big lines, then they call it “difference” But blood don’t care ‘bout flags or hymns Same red flow when the light goes dim Screens flash loud, they sell that fight Turn death into drama for a Thursday night You can change the anthem, the slang, the slur But a burnt-out street looks just like hers [Chorus] There are no winners in war Only names they don’t record We don’t need bombs anymore We’ve seen what they’re good for Mothers crying on the floor Holding air where kids once were History knocking at the door I won’t let it in no more [Bridge] How many lessons we need? How many kids can we grieve? How loud we gotta bleed Before we choose peace, choose peace? (yeah) I don’t want flags in flames I don’t want streets with no names I just want hands, not chains I just want change, real change [Chorus] There are no winners in war Only names they don’t record We don’t need bombs anymore We’ve seen what they’re good for Mothers crying on the floor Holding air where kids once were History knocking at the door I won’t let it in no more [Outro] Fast world, slow grief Same script, same thief This time, we cut the scene This time, we choose peace
Tags
rap, Aggressive, cinematic trap beat at 148 BPM, heavy sub-bass and sharp hi-hats, dark orchestral stabs with ominous choirs. Verses delivered in tight, double-time male vocals, hook opens wider with chanted gang-style backing vocals and a soaring synth lead. 808 slides underline key punchlines; final chorus strips back to voice, bass, and distant vocal pads for a haunting, unresolved outro., strong
Duration
3:21
Instrumental
No
Created
2/28/2026