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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)
Details
GeneratedFeb 10, 2026
Duration2:38
LanguageEnglish
Style
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
Credits
Prompt byOvertoneLunar470
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Fatigue of combat, light infantrymen, Zhari Afghanistan, all the way to Ar Ramadi Iraq, killers M240 bravos .50 calls making it home respect to our brothers that didn’t pain of n my heart, rap
