It was our deployment that truely defined the term 4th Quarter. No more was it just the words Alvin Green spoke one Friday night... It was the mentality we embraced. The 4th Quarter in the game of our lives. This is where we had to play thru our injuries both mental and physical, because losing was not an option. There were no timeouts or instant replays... no penalties or flags on the play... and no home field advantage. This was whether or not we ever stepped foot on the field to play again, and the most humbling moment of our lives. There, there is no such thing as overtime, or a tie. You either win or you lose. And, we were down 1, faced with a decision to which there was only one answer. Go for two. Because, anything less was to have given up without ever having tried to win. And winning there was the difference between life and death.
That same mentality inspires our music. 4th25 music. Consider this your 2 minute warning!!!"
- 4th25
Live From Iraq
4th25 Lyrics
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This is no joke
This is live from Iraq
Where were prayin' we make it home
True gutter for you fuckers
Think its gutter where you from
Here its life by the second
This is not your beef on the block
No its not that simple
Here its more than gunfire
They shootin' rockets and missiles
This is up armor kits
And bulletproof windows
We sleep with body armor blankets
And Kevlar pillows
In a country
Where when anybody's talking they lyin'
And wherever there is a soldier
There is shrapnel flyin'
59 of us April 4th
8 of us dyin'
This is your thug turned punk
This is grown men crying
This is bombs in the street
Blowin' up when I drive buy 'em
Or its rpg's launched at me
This is nothing problems
The true definition of goin' hard
No games
This is hundreds of bodies
In the streets when we bang
Cause this is live from Iraq
Home of too many soldiers graves
Where for our country
We gamble with our lives everyday
And there are no blue skies here
Every colors gray
This is the blood of soldiers of which the streets are now paved
And there is no reimbursement for the price that we pay
While y'all home sleep were here constantly getting weighed
And every convoy that rides out
Constantly getting sprayed
But we don't fold hands
The cards we are dealt get played
This is
Nights wit no supper man
Home ain't promised man
Long journeys qualified
Hell from a promise land
Dreams feel real but not as real
As tomorrow man
Wish life was like contra
Than life then I could borrow man
No instant replays
No highlights any days
When balls get dropped
You can't challenge the play
This is the wrath of equipment
No refs to stop the clippin'
This no timeouts cause father time
Is still tickin', this is yeah
Future in the air
Pain sculpted in stone
Families sheddin' tears
Cause they sons ain't comin' home
This is more than a gamble
And I'll give you the truth
Plenty of lives lost
Over a scandal
Turning more than a cheek
Warm hearts turn cold
Higher people in command
Planning wit no type of goals
This is your own exposed
Media cast and the scoop
Covered over the answers
Cause you can't handle the truth
Cause this is live from Iraq
Home of too many soldiers graves
Where for our country
We gamble with our lives everyday
And there are no blue skies here
Every colors gray
This is the blood of soldiers of which the streets are now paved
And there is no reimbursement for the price that we pay
While y'all home sleep were here constantly getting weighed
And every convoy that rides out
Constantly getting sprayed
But we don't fold hands
The cards we are dealt get played
For some this is the answer
To a whole lot of issues
Sure its politics back home
Here its bullets through our tissue
This is trying to draw contact
Hopin' they miss you
This is one mortar round from
Bein' over no continues
This is nothing y'all been through
Y'all ain't seen shit
And this is not what's on the news
What really happens ain't printed
This is your one mistake
Bein' everybody else's business
Whether they see their family
Or its funeral home visits
This is 150 degrees
3 months out of the fiscal
250 g's when that ied hits you
This is 60 miles an hour
Through ambush zones
This is dead animals with
Explosive devices on em
this is the home of direct fire
Where everybody's a target
When you find out some people ain't hard
They just talk shit
definitely nothing pretty
This is no picnic
This is trying to hold fire
Without burnin' your fingers
Cause this is live from Iraq
Home of too many soldiers graves
Where for our country
We gamble with our lives everyday
And there are no blue skies here
Every colors gray
This is the blood of soldiers of which the streets are now paved
And there is no reimbursement for the price that we pay
While y'all home sleep were here constantly getting weighed
And every convoy that rides out
Constantly getting sprayed
But we don't fold hands
The cards we are dealt get played
In this song, 4th25 puts forth a vivid depiction of the everyday experiences of soldiers stationed in Iraq. The lyrics capture the horrors of war, from the constant fear of rocket attacks to the threat of improvised explosive devices (IEDs). The chorus is a somber reminder that every day in Iraq is a gamble for the soldiers stationed there, and their utmost desire is to make it back home alive.
4th25 emphasizes the stark difference between life in Iraq and anywhere else, as the situation is so dire that it's hard to even fathom for outsiders. This is not just any regular beef on the block; it's about life and death by the second. He also emphasizes the sense of camaraderie between soldiers, the heartbreak of losing comrades in arms, and the physical and mental toll war takes on the human soul.
Overall, the song is a powerful and honest portrayal of the brutal reality of war, reminding listeners to reflect on the sacrifices of those who serve in the military.
Line by Line Meaning
Every days like a gamble here
Life in Iraq is unpredictable and dangerous, much like gambling.
This is no joke
The situation in Iraq is serious and not to be taken lightly.
This is live from Iraq
The lyrics describe the reality of war in Iraq as experienced by the artist.
Where were prayin' we make it home
The soldiers in Iraq are constantly aware of the danger they face and hope to return home safely.
This is trying to hold fire / Without burnin' your fingers
The soldiers in Iraq must exercise caution and restraint while engaging in combat, in order to avoid injury or death.
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Daisy M
Man, I had your CD when I was in Iraq (FOB Danger 2005) and got a copy for my brother. This was my favorite track. It's been almost 15 years since then. Is there any website where we can get more CDs?
NeVeR
Man this is one of the dopest tracks ever penned! Respect and Gratitude!
Mainely Digger’s Adventures
Your CD was the sound track to my first deployment!
Joshua J FRAZ Frazier
Some of the realest music out my favorite album
Heavy g Ballantyne
Love the youtube experience, when I'm not doing my own personal life it is what helps me kickback and listen to favs, listen music, see and reflect. Ultimately rewarding in a way.!
MERLIN
Love 4th Qtr they told the TRUTH about what really happened in Iraq! Salute!
USS NIMITZ CVN-68 WEST PAC
Operation Desert Storm 1991
Rayden Garcia
My dads the one who showed me your songs y’all were in the same unit together
Logan Bunnch
Same my dad was in the same unit aswell
auto/man
This shit goes hard
Ned Flanders
Hell yeah