[intro - low gospel hum] They don’t see the wall buildin’, They don’t see the trench gods prayin’… [verse 1] Barber lockin’ dreams like a vault with steel, Slaughter callin’ signals with a war‑lord feel. Knijeah glide smooth, Kam Waites bring mass, DJ Lagway safe when the rush blow past. Baugh on the cut, Jackson cutin’ that seam, Five linemen hummin’ like a well‑oiled machine. [beat pause] —We the brick and the lens— [hook] We the line, we the shield, we the wall you can’t move, Barber and Slaughter got that battle‑scar groove. From the swamp to the stars, they gon’ carry that tune, Gator gods in the night, under orange‑blue moons. [verse 2] Lovett holds wide, Caden swing that gate, George and Rod grind, make the ground vibrate. Westphal pull quick, see defenders erased, Slaughter sets tempo, Barber set pace. [beat drop mid‑line] Pocket’s a fortress, DJ breathes free, Baugh got daylight, Jackson turns key. [hook - quick reprise] We the line, we the storm, we the force you can’t shake, Harris and George put the torque in the quake. When the whistle gon’ blow and the legends awake, They gon’ carve in the dirt what the future gon’ take. [outro - whispered] Brick by brick… name by name… Barber… Slaughter… the wall don’t move…
