Track 2

Intro – spoken

Yeah…

Capitol Hill, cameras rollin’

Truth gets loud, then the doors start closin’

Veteran voice in a marble hall…

They said “Keep it quiet”… he said “Not at all.”

Verse 1

Marble pillars, cold suits in a row

Another war hearing, same old show

Maps on the table, red lines drawn

Generals talk while the cameras on

But a vet in the back with scars on his sleeve

Said “Hold up, Congress, I got something you should believe”

Boots full of sand from another man’s land

Seen too many coffins draped in that flag’s red band

He said he fought once for the promises made

But the truth got buried in the deals they trade

Microphones off but his voice cut steel

Pain in his throat, but the words were real

Hands grabbed shoulders, dragged through the aisle

Politicians smirkin’ with a practiced smile

He yelled one line before the doors slammed tight

“Listen up… nobody wants another fight.”

Chorus

Nobody wants to fight for Israel

Another young life in a battlefield

Mothers cry while the sirens wail

Truth gets dragged out the Capitol rail

Nobody wants to fight for Israel

War drums beat but the people can tell

From the streets to the soldiers’ tales

Too many ghosts in the soldier mail

Verse 2

Camera phones caught the whole thing live

History written in a shaky archive

Old marine yelling through the marble dome

“Stop sending kids where they don’t belong”

Cops pulled hard but the voice stayed loud

Echoed off the chamber, shook the crowd

Some turned heads, some stared at the floor

Some just guarded the power they swore

Outside the gates where the cold wind blow

He told the press what the soldiers know

“War ain’t numbers on a briefing chart

It’s broken bodies and a shattered heart”

Campaign posters in a battered van

Green Party dream and a tired old plan

Not for the money, not for fame

Just to make them say the war’s real name

Chorus

Nobody wants to fight for Israel

Another young life in a battlefield

Mothers cry while the sirens wail

Truth gets dragged out the Capitol rail

Nobody wants to fight for Israel

War drums beat but the people can tell

From the streets to the soldiers’ tales

Too many ghosts in the soldier mail

Verse 3

Old boom-bap rhythm, dusty drum crack

Truth in a rhyme while the news talk back

Every empire writes the same script twice

Power plays chess with a human price

Some say loyalty, some say fear

Some say the lobby whispers in ears

But the kid in boots don’t care who’s right

He just knows he might not see the night

From Baghdad roads to a hearing room

The same dark shadow of a war-made doom

One man shouted what many feel

Even if the chamber refused the deal

They can drag a voice down a marble hall

But echoes climb every Capitol wall

And somewhere a soldier hears that yell

And wonders who this war is really for as well

Outro

Boom bap drums… fading slow

Truth in the hallway nobody owns

One loud voice, history’s trail—

Dragged out the door… but it left a trail. 🎤