Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Marcus Flores in navy blue
Salt on his skin and a bruise or two
They all laughed when he walked by
Wide eyes, hard jaw, same blank sky
He kept it locked in, teeth clenched tight
Long days, long nights, same fight
They pushed, he stood, he took it cold
Said, "I won't fold, I won't fold"
[Pre-Chorus]
Hands up high, then back to the wall
Every small hit trying to make him fall
He stared at fate like, "Take your shot"
Then he spoke to God from the lowest spot
[Chorus]
Marcus Flores, stand up
Marcus Flores, no luck
They want him down, down, down
He drags 'em all to the ground
Marcus Flores, fight on
Marcus Flores, hold strong
If he burns, they burn too
He won't lose, he won't lose
[Verse 2]
They called him names in the mess hall line
Made cheap jokes like it was fine
He wore that hurt like a steel-frame coat
Kept his rage where the cold wind blew
But every cut made a harder edge
Every crack built a sharper pledge
If they came for him, they'd feel the storm
He'd go down swinging, break their form
[Pre-Chorus]
Hands up high, then back to the wall
Every small hit trying to make him fall
He stared at fate like, "Take your shot"
Then he spoke to God from the lowest spot
[Chorus]
Marcus Flores, stand up
Marcus Flores, no luck
They want him down, down, down
He drags 'em all to the ground
Marcus Flores, fight on
Marcus Flores, hold strong
If he burns, they burn too
He won't lose, he won't lose
[Bridge]
God, if you're listening, don't let me break
I'm tired of the weight and the names they make
If I go under, let it mean something
Let my last breath be a hard-earned thing
[Final Chorus]
Marcus Flores, stand up
Marcus Flores, no luck
They want him down, down, down
He drags 'em all to the ground
Marcus Flores, fight on
Marcus Flores, hold strong
If he burns, they burn too
He won't lose, he won't lose
Details
GeneratedJul 11, 2026
Duration2:54
LanguageEnglish
Style
Alternative rock with rap cadence, mid-tempo swung drums and heavy tom punches; verse rides tense bass and muted guitar stabs, pre-chorus opens with snare build and gang shouts, chorus hits with wide distorted guitars and a chantable hook. Grimy lead vocal in verses, doubled shouts on hooks, short delay throws on the name phrase, reversed cymbal swells into each lift, bright and punchy mix with a bruised, anthemic edge.
Credits
Prompt byja13
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Marcus Flores was a MM in the navy and he hate everyone . Everyone will hazz him and pick on him but he won’t let them win and get everyone down with him while fighting with his fate with god .
