[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