Prompt / Lyrics
INTRO – MARCHING CADENCE Left! Left! Left-right-left! Leader: Who are we?! Group: U-S-N! Leader: Why we here?! Group: To rise again! Leader: When it’s 0400 and the body feel weak?! Group: Still stand tall, no retreat! Leader: Pain in the legs, sweat in the eyes?! Group: Earn that anchor, earn our pride! Leader: One team! Group: One fight! Leader: All day! Group: All night! Left! Left! Left-right-left! VERSE 1 Cold air hit when that bus door slide Heart pounding heavy but I bury that pride Yellow footprints, line up straight First taste of pressure and fate Rack to rack in the dead of night Corners tight, hospital white Drill voice sharp, cut through doubt Break me down, build me out Feet blistered but I won’t slow pace Sweat dripping down my face Every push-up, every sprint Every fear, I bury it PRE-HOOK This where the weak fall off This where the strong stand tall Mind locked in, heart on fire Answer every higher call HOOK You only get one shot One chance to rise From the deck to the sky See the fire in our eyes We don’t break, we don’t bend We endure the storm From the pressure we’re born Navy blue uniform Earn that anchor Earn that name Through the sweat and the pain We ignite that flame VERSE 2 0500 boots on the deck Body sore but I earn respect No comfort zone, no safety net Just discipline and mindset set Division standing shoulder to shoulder Weak get stronger, strong get bolder They test the mind before the muscle Teach you how to breathe in struggle Letters from home in the rack Read them once, fold them back Remember why I chose this road Carry that weight, share the load BRIDGE There were nights I wanted out Voices screaming full of doubt Pain is temporary The mission legendary From recruit to sailor made Through every trial every grade Every scar across my chest Proof I gave my very best FINAL HOOK You only get one shot One chance to rise From the deck to the sky See the fire in our eyes We don’t break, we don’t bend We endure the storm From the pressure we’re born Navy blue uniform Left left left-right-left We march till there’s nothing left When that anchor hits our chest That’s the day we passed the test
Tags
Cinematic military rap, 88 BPM, dark piano + heavy 808s, 30s marching snare intro call-and-response cadence, and catchy
Duration
3:18
Instrumental
No
Created
2/13/2026