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
ThePumpkinKing
