Boots On The Ground

Lyrics

[INTRO]

(Spoken)
We’re standing here with our boots on the ground,
But the voices above seem so far out of sound…
From the trenches of the grind,
We the ones in the mud,
And it’s heavy on our mind.

[VERSE 1]
Yeah, we march under the sun,
But leadership’s a joke,
Don’t give a damn about us,
They just blowin’ more smoke.
Orders comin' down like hail,
And we gotta follow through,
But these commands from the top,
Like, who even are you?
Got a captain with a coffee cup,
Talkin’ all that trash,
While we out here in the field,
Hoping this shift is our last.
They ride in their fancy trucks,
Like they're kings on a throne,
But we’re sleepin’ in the dirt,
Wishin’ we were home alone.

[CHORUS]
Shitty leadership, tell me what’s the deal?
We’re risking our lives, you playin’ with steel.
Under fire, man, we’re out here grindin’,
While y'all sit back, just blindin’, just blindin’.
We the front line, neck deep in the storm,
You call these shots, but you ain't keepin’ us warm.

[VERSE 2]
A tour de force, that’s what they say,
But talk is cheap when we’re in dismay.
They don’t see the sweat, they don’t hear the cries,
We’re the ones here hustlin’, opening our eyes.
Plans laid out, but the ground keeps changin’,
You sit in your booth while the whole world’s dancin’.
With a clipboard in hand, you dictate our fates,
But forget about the ones who stand at the gates.
I can feel the weight, the pressure on my chest,
Got my brothers and my sisters, we’re just tryin’ our best.
So while you plan for glory, we’re fighting to stay,
In the heart of the battle, each and every day.

[CHORUS]
Shitty leadership, tell me what’s the deal?
We’re risking our lives, you playin’ with steel.
Under fire, man, we’re out here grindin’,
While y'all sit back, just blindin’, just blindin’.
We the front line, neck deep in the storm,
You call these shots,

[verse 3]
Hey! You up there in your towers,
Can’t you see us through the hours?
Standing tall, we gave our best,
Yet you treat us like the rest.
Hear the voices, hear the pain,
In our hearts, it’s like a chain.
We’ve got dreams and battles won,
But you’re blind to what we’ve done

We’re the backbone, the muscle, the soul in this fight,
But they never see our struggles, never shed a light.
March through the mud, buried under their rules,
They forget we’re the heart, not just a bunch of tools.
Promises broken like ranks in a storm,
While we’re left alone to weather the norm.
We’re facing the grind as they stake their claim,
In a system so rigid, it’s just a game.

[CHORUS]
Shitty leadership, tell me what’s the deal?
We’re risking our lives, you playin’ with steel.
Under fire, man, we’re out here grindin’,
While y'all sit back, just blindin’, just blindin’.
We the front line, neck deep in the storm,
You call these shots,

[outro]
From the barracks to the line, real shit. L.V mother fucking P.