[Intro]
Yeah…
Fort Hood mornings, man…
0500… cold coffee… same damn gate…
Another twelve hundred IDs to scan…
[Hook]
Workin’ that ACP from zero-five to one,
Sun ain’t up yet, I already hate everyone,
“Morning specialist,” yeah I fake that grin,
Scan another CAC, let the next one in.
Bored as hell while the line crawl slow,
Dust in the wind and my energy low,
By 1300 I’m dead inside,
Still hear “Have a good one” in my damn mind.
[Verse 1]
Alarm hit at 0345,
Questionin’ my life while I’m barely alive,
Throw the OCPs on, grab the patrol cap,
Energy drink breakfast, stomach collapse.
Standin’ at the gate while the darkness thick,
Every damn car got the same playlist,
Lift the CAC up — beep — “you’re good,”
Repeat that cycle through the whole damn hood.
MPs ridin’ past lookin’ half asleep,
Someone got dip spit all over the street,
Cold wind hittin’ while my soul decay,
And it’s only like… 05:58.
[Pre-Hook]
“Random vehicle inspection…” everybody mad,
One dude forgot his ID, now he actin’ bad,
Another LT lost and confused again,
Sir… you work here… how you not know where you been?
[Hook]
Workin’ that ACP from zero-five to one,
Sun ain’t up yet, I already hate everyone,
“Morning specialist,” yeah I fake that grin,
Scan another CAC, let the next one in.
Bored as hell while the line crawl slow,
Dust in the wind and my energy low,
By 1300 I’m dead inside,
Still hear “Have a good one” in my damn mind.
[Verse 2]
By 0800 I done seen it all,
Contractors speeding and a lifted squall,
Some Sergeant Major yellin’ “tighten that chinstrap,”
Bro I’m just tryin’ not to have a damn collapse.
Heat start cookin’ by the middle of the day,
Sweat runnin’ down while the boredom stay,
One battle buddy talkin’ ‘bout leave,
Same story every week — “bro I gotta leave.”
Traffic backed up longer than hell,
Every POV got a weird ass smell,
One dude blast country, one dude blast Wayne,
One girl drivin’ by and I forget my pain.
[Bridge]
And the clock move slower at the ACP,
Time froze harder than my damn sanity,
Every minute feel like twenty-five more,
Boots hurt bad from standin’ on concrete floors.
[Breakdown]
Beep… scan… wave ‘em through…
Beep… scan… wave ‘em through…
Coffee gone cold and my willpower too…
Fort Hood gate life got me mentally blue…
[Final Hook]
Workin’ that ACP from zero-five to one,
Every damn morning feel exactly the same one,
Salute the officers, fake motivation,
Dreamin’ ‘bout ETS and permanent vacation.
Bored as hell but the squad still laughs,
Trauma bond strong while we scan them passes,
1300 finally — freedom in sight,
Till tomorrow morning when we do it all night.
[Outro]
Fort Hood…
Where the gate never sleeps…
And neither do the poor souls workin’ it.
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