[Verse 1] Yeah— I felt the air crack, every heartbeat hijacked, peace died quick like a flashbang sidetrack. Kids froze stiff, innocence knocked off course, life flipped violent like it got dragged by force. Fear hit the hallway, heavy as a motherfucker, teachers stood firm— didn’t run, didn’t duck, or stutter. Courage in the chaos, pain sittin’ under, quiet like a storm that’s about to snap thunder. Thoughts crack rapid—da-da-da—in a frontline, hope went silent in a goddamn frontline. Time bent sideways, world in a chokehold— nothin’ made sense, just panic in a workflow. And the silence after terror is a beast with teeth, it camps in your chest where you can’t get peace. Trauma ain’t rumors—it’s a fucking landlord, moves right in, never asks— just breaks down doors. [Verse 2] Doors were shaking, kids praying, whole scene collapsing, and the ones with the badges just froze—no reacting. Training on paper, but in real life? Lacking. Stood outside while the nightmare kept happening. Radio chatter like they’re scared of the action, while a school full of children needed more than distractions. Cowardice disguised as “protocol” and “caution,” but every second stalled felt like another life lost in it. Parents outside screaming, “Do something, goddammit!” But the force stayed planted like they couldn’t understand it. A badge ain’t bravery— you gotta show up to brand it, and they didn’t, and the whole damn country had to hand it to the truth: Those kids were lions in a moment built for men, but the men with the guns never walked through the den. History won’t forget how the fear kicked in— how the uniforms paused while the unarmed fought to live. [Hook] Concrete prayers on a campus of cold. Names stay burning in the stories we’re told. We walk through shadows that never get old— tryna hold all the weight that this world dropped on our souls. [Verse 3] News vans swarming like a plague of parasites, trying to monetize pain for their primetime bites. Kids turned militants with megaphones and spite, turnin’ grief into gasoline they carried through the night. “We ain’t statistics,” they roared through the static, callin’ out leaders who were slow and dramatic. Pain pushed the protests, rage made it automatic— every step forward was a middle finger at the tragic. Whole damn country talkin’, but nobody listens— politicians stall out with the same old bullshit rhythms. Parents clutch photos like the last piece of breath, askin’ why change always moves slow as death. Community broken but the will stayed vicious, hearts stitched together with scars so conspicuous. They rebuilt from the ashes in a world malicious— even trauma has roots, and the soil’s suspicious. [Hook] Concrete prayers on a campus of cold. Names stay burning in the stories we’re told. We walk through shadows that never get old— tryna hold all the weight that this world dropped on our souls. [Bridge] Blackout brain, heartbeat in a death-race, memories stalk slow— creepin’ like a headcase. You can bury the moment, but trauma’s a thief— it kicks down the door and don’t ask for relief. Whispers in the dark from the pain you suppress— ghosts don’t fade, they just change address. [Verse 4] Years pass, but the air still stinks of the moment, like the universe left a scar and refuses to own it. Kids grown older, but they still feel stolen— some patched up, some cracked wide open. The school got rebuilt, but a building don’t heal— it’s a bandaid slapped on a wound that’s real. Trauma in the soil, pain in the steel, and the questions keep comin’ that nobody can seal. But those voices didn’t die— they turned into fire, callin’ out power like a public town crier. Truth got sharp when the lies got higher, and they forced the whole nation to sit in the mire. No glamor, no glory, no exploit shit— just a chronicle of pain that refuses to quit. A reminder that change ain’t a livestream hit— it’s a fight we owe the fallen, and we can’t forget. [Hook] Concrete prayers on a campus of cold. Names stay burning in the stories we’re told. We walk through shadows that never get old— tryna hold all the weight that this world dropped on our souls.
