Wired wrong

Punchin’ in while the voices punch back,

Wearin’ deadlight smiles just to dodge that sack.

Civvie threads on a warborn freak,

Tryna blend with suits while my instincts peak.

Yo, this grid ain’t made for people like me,

I got flatline dreams and blood memory.

Learned to nod, not talk, in the corpzone grey,

But I still see red when they block my way.

Told me “heal,” I said, “frag that plan,”

I’m one gonk move from a blackout jam.

Say “peace,” I hear killvoice hummin’,

I’m the glitch in your system that keeps on drummin’.

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Too late to unbuild me, choom.

I was stitched from rage in a burnpatch womb.

Smile on the face, but the fuse runs deep,

You fed me war and now you want me asleep?

Nah.

I ain’t here for your scratchpay dream,

I’m the last breath in a ghostfeed scream.

Gave me a badge, gave me a desk—

Now I dream of knives in a suit and vest.

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Every handshake’s a lie I load,

Every calm breath’s a new kill code.

You call this normal? You call this peace?

I call it a leash on a street-born beast.

I ain’t chrome. I’m bone and grit,

But I twitch like I still got blood to split.

Woke up screamin’, head full of sand,

Still taste rust from the last command.

They gave me coffee, I needed chains,

You don’t fix war dogs with paper and names.

So I walk like calm and I talk like order,

But I see ghosts on every block corner.

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Don’t tell me I’m lucky,

I’ve flatlined on the inside seven times this week.

This city don’t save—

It swallows and smiles.

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Too late to unbuild me, choom.

I was stitched from rage in a burnpatch womb.

Smile on the face, but the fuse runs deep,

You fed me war and now you want me asleep?

Nah.

I ain’t here for your scratchpay dream,

I’m the last breath in a ghostfeed scream.

Gave me a badge, gave me a desk—

Now I dream of knives in a suit and vest.

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You want the good soldier.

But I’m the one that lived.

You want the war to end.

But I never left it