

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Packs on backs Orange vests, cold breath Same boys that knew death Now we just track steps (yeah) [Verse 1] Selway dawn, truck dust in the mirror Steam from the coffee, wind-cut clearer Mud on the boots, scar on the knuckles We laugh at the limp, make light of the struggle Tree line thick, but we walked through worse We mapped whole valleys in a thirty-round burst Used to hunt men, now we follow these tracks Trading war stories while we shift these packs Camouflage hats, dog tags tucked Tattoo of a name that stayed in the truck He ain’t here, but I feel that weight Every ridge we climb, he clears that gate [Chorus] Bear hunting in the Bitterroot Combat souls in worn-out boots We’re still here, so we live for the ones who ain’t (uh) Raise that can, let it spill for the names in paint Yeah, we laugh a little louder for our fallen Leave an empty chair by the fire when we’re talking Every sunrise, every shot, every breath we take Is respect to our brothers and sisters that the war ain’t break [Verse 2] Rifle on shoulder, heart on sleeve Some things you carry, you never leave Echoes in the canyon, rotor in my ear Then it’s just elk sign, cold, clean air We rib each other when the shot goes wide But we ride together, same old pride He jumps at thunder, I freeze at a smell But we walk it off, ‘cause we walked through hell Break for a smoke where the creek runs shallow Joking ‘bout rations, old MRE shadows We ain’t heroes, just lucky and lost Trying to make peace with the counted cost [Chorus] Bear hunting in the Bitterroot Combat souls in worn-out boots We’re still here, so we live for the ones who ain’t (yeah) Raise that can, let it spill for the names in paint Yeah, we laugh a little louder for our fallen Leave an empty chair by the fire when we’re talking Every sunrise, every shot, every breath we take Is respect to our brothers and sisters that the war ain’t break [Bridge] For the ones still watching from a higher ridge (woah) We carry you across every log, every bridge If I tag this bear, then your name’s on the hide You’re the echo in the timber, you’re the hand at my side [Chorus] Bear hunting in the Bitterroot Combat souls in worn-out boots We’re still here, so we live for the ones who ain’t Raise that can, let it spill for the names in paint (for you) Yeah, we laugh a little louder for our fallen Leave an empty chair by the fire when we’re talking Every sunrise, every shot, every breath we take Is respect to our brothers and sisters that the war ain’t break (never)
Tags
rap, Grimy boom-bap drums with thick sub bass, minor-key piano loop, and distant forest ambience tucked low in the mix. Male vocals, steady mid-tempo bounce; verses delivered in a reflective, gritty cadence. Hook opens with wider stereo ad-libs and stacked gang vocals, subtle choir pad lifting the emotion. Final chorus adds extra percussion and delay throws on key words for an anthemic, cathartic finish.
3:09
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2/10/2026