Flag on My Side

Yuhhh!

Flag on my left, soldier in the mirror!

From Haiti to the U.S., now the path gettin’ clearer!

They ain’t built like me!

Nah! They ain’t walk through fire with a grin and a dream, brrrrrap!!

🇭🇹 Flag on my side, pride in my chest!

Camouflage clean, ain’t nothin’ less!

Haitian blood, soldier boots—yes!

I was born for the pressure, God said, “Flex!”

Ayy! Flag on my side, heart never fold,

Dark skin shinin’ like it’s dipped in gold.

Came from a country where the people too bold,

Now I’m suited in the camo, soul too cold!

Came from that red and blue flame, call it Haiti,

Where the roosters crow loud and the sun rise crazy.

Where the mothers pray hard and the fathers stay tough, Where the rice and beans feed you, but life still rough.

I ain’t come from luxury, I came from a fight,

From the land where we broke chains in the dead of night. Now look— I’m in this mirror, uniform tight,

U.S. Army patch, but my roots still right!

We the first free nation, don’t forget that, bruh,

Toussaint on my spirit, that ZO blood rush.

I walk with a limp from the pride in my stride,

Salute to my flag, that’s my whole bloodline!

🇭🇹 Flag on my side, pride in my chest!

Camouflage clean, ain’t nothin’ less!

Haitian blood, soldier boots—yes!

I was born for the pressure, God said, “Flex!”

Yuh! Flag on my side, mind on ten,

Fightin’ two worlds but I never pretend.

Red for the struggle, blue for the sky,

Gold in my soul, and I’m ready to ride!

I ain’t postin’ no cap, this real life work,

Woke up on base with that Haitian smirk.

Got the headphones bumpin’, zone locked in,

Mirror selfie clean, let the grind begin!

From Petion-Ville to Port-de-Paix,

My roots got rhythm, even when skies gray.

Now I’m Stateside, wearin’ Uncle Sam’s thread,

But my soul still dancin’ to kompa and soul.

Zoe wit’ a mission, soldier with pride,

Army salute but the flag still ride!

[Bridge – Loud, Anthemic] Ay yo! This for every Haitian boy who dream bold!

This for every fam back home in the fold!

This for the days I ate struggle with salt,

Now I feast on purpose—know that it cost!

This uniform earned, not given, no favors,

Now I’m in the field movin’ like the ZO savior!

Grit in my teeth, bass in my chest,

I’ma die reppin’ Haiti, tatted on my breath!!

🇭🇹 Flag on my side, pride in my chest!

Camouflage clean, ain’t nothin’ less!

Haitian blood, soldier boots—yes!

I was born for the pressure, God said, “Flex!”

Ayy! Flag on my side, oath in my skin,

Made it through hell, now I’m built to win.

ZO to the core, truth in my eyes,

A soldier AND a son of the strongest bloodline!

Haiti ain’t just where I’m from, it’s who I am.

I took that fire and made it mission-ready.

Uniform clean…Uniform clean…But my soul?

My soul still screamin’ “liberté ou lanmò!”

We ain’t break. We conquer. Zoé Ayisyen an, sòlda Amerikenn an. You see me now. Now salute that, always systematic bitch