Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Red dust in my teeth Hot brass by my feet Zhari days, man, nobody sleep Four days in the same damn seat MRE crumbs on my sleeve Blood caked under my nails Everything smells like burn pits and diesel Everything echo like shells Hydrate warm from a plastic canteen Funny how fear turn calm on a team Scan that ridge, that tree, that stream Every small shimmer look mean "Contact front" and the world get slow M240 sing from the window Bravo line bark, dirt start to glow Sun stay high but the air turn cold [Chorus] From Zhari to Ramadi Sand in my boots, steel in my heart We was kids turned shadows in the valley Pulled that trigger, then we came apart Killers on posts, on trucks, in towers Praying we live, knowing some won’t Respect to our brothers that didn’t make it out I carry your names in my throat (yeah) I carry your names in my throat [Verse 2] Ramadi roads, same fear, new town Same bags under my eyes, brown ground Same jokes just to keep from breakin Same stare in the mirror, hands shakin .50 on top, watch that lane Knuckles white from the weight and the strain Every trash bag twitch, every dog that bark Another flashback in the dark Flight home, plane quiet, lights low Whole squad up but nobody spoke Boots still laced, mind still there Body in a seat, soul in the glare Now it's driveways, kids, front doors But I still search rooftops, second floors They ask what I did, I just nod and start Feelin that ache fire up my heart (yeah) [Chorus] From Zhari to Ramadi Sand in my boots, steel in my heart We was kids turned shadows in the valley Pulled that trigger, then we came apart Killers on posts, on trucks, in towers Praying we live, knowing some won’t Respect to our brothers that didn’t make it out I carry your names in my throat (oh) I carry your names in my throat [Bridge] For the ones still there in my dreams You ain’t ghosts, you my team Every scar, every scream Thread in this tattered seam If I wake up sweating, breathing hard It's ‘cause you still posted in my yard Till I’m dust, till I depart You live in my boots, in my heart (yeah)
Tags
rap, Gritty, minor-key boom-bap with modern trap swing; dusty warzone ambience textures under hard drums and a droning bass bed. Verses stay close and confessional, male vocals spitting low and tense; hook explodes with layered, shouted ad-libs and distant chant-style backing. Occasional filtered radio chatter cuts and reverse cymbals lift into the choruses, ending on a stark, half-time fade-out to just vocal and sub., light
Duration
2:38
Instrumental
No
Created
2/10/2026