“GOT CUT”
ain’t a fireside tale.
it’s rotor wash still
biting your teeth,
static crackling
in your marrow.
one classified run.
went full sideways.
the kind they
never brief twice.
3 airmen.
zero armor.
zero warning.
just duct-tape humor
holding the canopy
together…
till the sky
threw the first punch.
steel kissed ribs.
certainty got
re-written mid-air.
yet the laugh?
never left the cockpit.
this track drags that
shadow-born moment
under stage lights:
raw, half-smirked,
unfiltered.
grit + graveyard humor.
not hero worship.
just survival
with a crooked grin.
an anthem that doesn’t
glorify the blade..
it just flips off
the silence after…
& reminds it
who lost. 😉more