[Verse 1]
Yeah
Live leak if you tryna see a drone strike blowing my brains out
Dry heat and a chance we ain’t makin’ back to base on the same route
I’m abandoned, and looking for blood, it’s been a bit of a drought
But wisdom seeded deep within mind, body, soul, closed off when they utter doubts
Comms tapped, ‘nother man down now the plan drowning in the line of vision
Stay strapped, pull a hunnid rounds got my stocks up like a week from Christmas
No sips in my canteen ain’t a soul think we gon make the distance
No bitch in my bloodstream, gonna pull through til I’m dead and withered
Swear to god hear another sound I’mma unload with the double trigger
Then I grab the semi-automatic makе the bitches dance likе a grand wizard
What’s another pair of hands? Ask for assistance it ain’t never make a difference
County only feed us red 40, blue 32 like the line of scrimmage
It don’t matter what I do, the media they did they job for my tainted image
They can spin it that it’s my fault that invaders shot up my entire village
Look at the damage, claim they here to help really tryna take the oil tankers
Lives lost fight with no honor fed up time to kill ‘em in a fit of anger
[Bridge]
They lied they put me in danger rather get help from a stranger yeah
They fucking lied, man
They put me in danger
But I’m still here
[Verse 2: Ghais Guevara]
(Jit)
It don’t take Stevie to see these inner visions
I’m a black man with opinions
So don't get
(Phew Phew)
Comfortable with living
Bassline phat like the base in the system
Man in the mirror had to face that difference
Man in the fire when you face that day
Hit that stu all work no play
Hit that spliff and fade away
Fit to live another day
So I’mma let that weapon sing
Every single lyric a memorial to infantry
Aye
Tired of tryna rap about war
Won’t let me dream no more
This a life you can’t ignore
Confessions of the scorched
[Verse 3]
In the field I’m the one that you vouch for
Bouta snap (here we go) like the Cowboys
What you runnin your mouth for
Hit the deck I’mma spice up your jaw like an Altoid
Now I’m marching North ‘bout 800 paces
Back and forth, way I’m shifting my gaze
On a swivel, heard some steps so I’m bracin
I see 7 in they squad, I can take em
Go round the back hit the man with the rifle
Find the TL hit em with a - *gunshots*
Wedge form came in look like the Eiffel
Hit ‘em fleeing like I beat the shot clock
Kill confirmed make sure they ain’t flanking
Clear coasts, ‘bout as far I can see
One trailed tried to jump but I shanked him
Shit, I commend the bravery (ha, ha, ha)
Maybe they’d still be alive if you ain’t gas em up
And maybe my fam be alive, if we all did
