Section 8 Hero

[Verse 1]
Boots laced
First in the field, last out
Carried squads on my back
While they passed doubt
Top score on the range
Know the drills in my veins
I could run this whole platoon
Through a hurricane
They called me “high speed”
Till they found my high, see
Piss in a cup
Now they act like they don’t know me
Same brass that’d brag
How I never froze up
Turned cold on a dime
When the lab sheet showed up
[Chorus]
They kicked me out for the weed in my lungs
But they loved me when I ran toward their guns
If they knew half the shit I seen
There wouldn’t be a company left to train, believe
I gave ‘em sweat, gave years they can’t refund
But one little hit and they say that we’re done
It’s fucking stupid, yeah, it’s insane
Lose a top-notch soldier over a flame
[Verse 2]
I know who slept through watch
Who shook on live rounds
Who froze on the breach
Who panicked, backed down
Who doctored their scores
Who snuck out the gate
Who drank on the job
Then lied straight to my face
They point at my joint
Like I’m some disgrace
While they hide their own ghosts
In a locked briefcase
If I talked, if I talked
Say the quiet parts loud
Half this unit disappear
Overnight from the crowd (yeah)
[Chorus]
They kicked me out for the weed in my lungs
But they loved me when I ran toward their guns
If they knew half the shit I seen
There wouldn’t be a company left to train, believe
I gave ‘em sweat, gave years they can’t refund
But one little hit and they say that we’re done
It’s fucking stupid, yeah, it’s insane
Lose a top-notch soldier over a flame
[Bridge]
You want clean saints
Fighting dirty wars
You want straight halos
In a hell made of orders
I broke one rule
That didn’t break you
But you broke the one bond
Where I trusted your truth (trusted you, yeah)
[Chorus]
They kicked me out for the weed in my lungs
But they loved me when I ran toward their guns
If they knew half the shit I seen
There wouldn’t be a company left to train, believe
I gave ‘em sweat, gave years they can’t refund
But one little hit and they say that we’re done
It’s fucking stupid, write it in stone
You just trained a warrior
To fight on his own

rap, Gritty boom-bap with trunk-rattling low-end, dusty brass stabs, and male vocals laid right on top of the pocket. Verses stay tight and conversational, with quick double-time moments on the angriest bars. Hook widens with stacked gang vocals, distorted ad-libs, and a siren-like synth pad. Final chorus pushes the energy to a simmering climax, then cuts on a raw a cappella tagline.