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Ptsd
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Ptsd was released on October 24, 2025 by Epidemic Sound as a part of the album The War Within
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Release DateOctober 24, 2025
LabelEpidemic Sound
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM88

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Katori Walker
Katori Walker
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Katori Walker
Katori Walker
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Katori Walker
Katori Walker
Producer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
It's some **** on the corner getting high in California
Ha
Lil' Johnny brought a gun, and he 'bout to run up on to ya
Ha
Well, get high then, ha
He got PTSD
You never seen a dead body?
He got PTSD
[Verse 1]
Look, born up in the belly of bullets and sirens
Concrete jungle, seeing death ain't shock or surprising
Mama prayin' like a pastor, it's deaf to my ears
I see smokers on the corner and vigils of peers
Stains of blood's on the block, plus it's Bloods on the block
Ain't the neighborhood watch when everybody got a Glock
Look, nights full of liquor, it's smoke in his lungs
Jonny keep it ten toes, that **** don't run
Look, grab his phone, call up some bitches, we chasing skirts
Wait, who is that? Who is them ****? Pray they don't lurk
Wait, double back, spin 'round the corner and get to work
Oh, that's so-and-so, I heard he a snitch on paperwork
Bow, lay 'em down, can't hang with the demons if **** telling
Prayer for him, send him to Jesus with wings and feathers
He's a lost soul but ain't dying at your demise
This a post traumatic mind, and that's something I emphasize
[Chorus]
It's some **** on the corner getting high in California
Ha
Lil' Johnny brought a gun, and he 'bout to run up on to ya
Ha
Well, get high then, ha
He got PTSD
You never seen a dead body?
He got PTSD
[Verse 2]
Look, we don't want to feel none, we numbing with substance
Drop the burner, seeking God, we feeling reluctant
Inflicting violence on ourself, then blame it on government
Ain't my brothers 'less they blood and call it a covenant
All these bullets flying daily, that sound like a war zone?
Folded flags on a casket where mothers go mourn slow
I killed the man who killed my brother, ain't get no awards though
Protect my country mean my corner still coming for yours though
Seen my homie lose his soul, it left through the torso
Carried caskets, we was kids, no army salutes though
If the pain had uniforms, we'd all be in the fleet mode
My **** been to war too, we just did in street clothes
[Chorus]
It's some **** on the corner getting high in California
Ha
Lil' Johnny brought a gun, and he 'bout to run up on to ya
Ha
Well, get high then, ha
He got PTSD
You never seen a dead body?
He got PTSD
[Outro]
Pay attention to the peers that struggle in silence
Eradicated all his fear, addicted to violence
All the folks that wasn't near, they come with a bias
This is post traumatic stress from **** that's dying
Pay attention to the peers that struggle in silence
Eradicated all his fear, addicted to violence
All the folks that wasn't near, they come with a bias
This is post traumatic stress from **** that's dying
Written by: Katori Walker
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