BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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Between Beats
- [Hook –Slow, heavy beat, like a march]
- Here I am again…
- Fighting wars within and without, I hold the pen.
- Signed my name to Uncle Sam, but didn’t know then—
- That the battle ain't out there, it's the one in my head.
- Here I am again…
- Walking through the smoke like I’m immune to death.
- Training made me steel, but it stole my breath.
- And every heartbeat’s just a countdown left.
- [Verse 1]
- Here I am again,
- About to find out the plan,
- Almost a joke like green eggs and ham,
- Except the joke’s on me, I enlisted with Uncle Sam.
- Heard it from the fam,
- Which branch? Which camp?
- To be entrenched in,
- But I didn’t turn blue, I waved as the tide grew—
- Went in true, went in new,
- Thought I knew what I’d do…
- Till it hit me —I never had a clue.
- Boot camp stress to deployment two,
- Never slowed down, boots kept pounding,
- My chest was a drum, adrenaline sounding.
- Forget IEDs, forget anxiety—
- I ran through bombs like Juggernaut trees.
- Untouchable in my gear,
- While they cried, I volunteered.
- Not for glory—no cheers—
- Just focused eyes and suppressed fears.
- Came out blazing,
- No patience, just aiming,
- No time for debating,
- While bullets kept grazing.
- Call me crazy, call me tasteless,
- But today, blood is what I’m tasting.
- Kicking gaps in the line,
- Obeyed each order, crossed each line—
- Doors kicked in with hands shaking,
- Defenseless faces, lives breaking.
- Orders endless, my rank was earned,
- But my soul? Forever burned.
- [Hook –Repeat]
- Here I am again…
- Fighting wars within and without, I hold the pen.
- Signed my name to Uncle Sam, but didn’t know then—
- That the battle ain't out there, it's the one in my head.
- Here I am again…
- Walking through the smoke like I’m immune to death.
- Training made me steel, but it stole my breath.
- And every heartbeat’s just a countdown left.
- [Verse 2]
- Plan goes green, I move like a ghost,
- Scope shaded so I don’t reflect hopes.
- I’m free, but mentally? Still enclosed—
- A soldier outside, inside composed.
- Heart races, but my mind slows,
- Just enough space between the blows—
- To think in rhythm, to trust my aim,
- To send hell outward without shame.
- Them… yeah, them,
- Who never see what danced in.
- Another soul gone before they knew
- What fate looked like crawling through.
- Cracked skulls, shattered breath,
- Another mark on a tally of death.
- Five tallies, diagonal cut,
- No rewind, no reset button to touch.
- Sparks fly, I feel alive,
- Even as I watch another die.
- Close my eyes, drown the sound,
- Pretend it wasn’t the neighbor’s hound.
- [Bridge –Spoken/slowed down, heartbeat style kick]
- I remember…
- Not just the noise, but the silence after.
- Not just the fight, but the laughter—
- The fake kind, the mask we wear,
- So nobody sees the weight we bear.
- [Outerlude –Echoed, fading with melody]
- Here I am again…
- But I left a piece of me back then.
- In the smoke, in the sand, in the faces of friends,
- In the dreams that I bend just to make it to the end.
- Here I am again—
- Still breathing, still bleeding, still seeing
- That freedom's got a cost no one’s really redeeming.
- And I’m not sure who I am…
- But I signed it with “Uncle Sam.”
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