[ Intro Spoken Word] Listen to the shadows, hear the whispers from the past. A long-term game, built to make the nation crash. 1930's elites, dabbling in the red, Planting seeds of doubt inside the academic head. Yuri Bezmenov warned us, said the fever would ignite, Stealing up the soul, breaking down the stomach for the fight. [Rap Verse] Yeah, they targeted the classrooms, targeted the youth, Hollowed out the history and twisted up the truth. Turned a nation of believers into skeptics in the dark, Drying up the churches, tearing down the patriarch. We were built on a bedrock, Judeo Christian strength, Now the pews are sitting empty as they push us to the brink. Glenn Beck called it out, fifteen years behind the line, Watching Western Europe- wither on a secularized vine. No more moral anchors, just a drifting in the gray, Chasing after shadows while they throw the truth away. [Sung Chorus] And the boots are on the ground but the home front breaks! They call it a drawdown but we know the stakes! From the sands of the desert to the streets back home, They leave a security vacuum where the monsters roam! Oh, we had 'em in the squeeze, had 'em cornered in the cage, Then the politicians quit and left a mess upon the stage! Yeah, we’re going back again, back to finish up the war, 'Cause they lost the hardened stomach that our fathers had before! [Rap] Let me tell you 'bout the maps, two thousand two to Oh Seven, Four and a half years I was there underneath a burning heaven. Two and a half in Iraq, eating dust, tasting lead, With the ghosts of the brothers that we left among the dead. Djibouti on the horn, Afghanistan to the east, We were setting up the lines, we were tightening the leash. We had Iran in the vice, had Yemen in the scope, A generational wall, a definitive hope. But the media cried, and the system lost its nerve, Betraying every promise that the uniform served. Just like my Marine daddy, coming home from Vietnam, Watching victory get traded for a political scam. [Sung Chorus] And the boots are on the ground but the home front breaks! They call it a drawdown but we know the stakes! From the sands of the desert to the streets back home, They leave a security vacuum where the monsters roam! Oh, we had 'em in the squeeze, had 'em cornered in the cage, Then the politicians quit and left a mess upon the stage! Yeah, we’re going back again, back to finish up the war, 'Cause they lost the hardened stomach that our fathers had before! [Bridge Rap] Look at the campuses, look at the streets, The anti-semite hatred that the system repeats. Jewish patriots helped us lay the brick and the stone, We stood in the rescue when the world was a groan and the hollocaust was in full steam. -hard nosed George Patton wretched and vomited at the scene. It made that hard man cry! - We won the war- helped to bring the Jewish man home. -First to acknowledge the flag of the shield, -Truman was a Baptist man who wouldn't yield -Now the radicals rage on an institutional field. From Carter’s compromises down to the modern day, They're giving up the ground, throwing Israel away. Demoralized mindsets, turning inward to hate, Blaming the Jewish People while they open up the gate! [Outro Spoken Word] So we go back. Back to the sand. Back to the mess they made with an empty hand. Yuri told us how the subversion would arrive, When a nation loses faith, it can barely survive. But the veterans remember. -The warriors know. We see the map. We see the foe. [Rap Outro] Cisero warned us the of traitor inside the gate! A murderer is less to fear.
