We Held the Field

We Held the Field is a battle hymn disguised as a childhood memory, where monkey bars turned to battlegrounds and baseball arms became warrior hands. The lyrics crack open a fourth-grade fault line, stitching together hallway screams, Rez-born pride, and the sacred geometry of aim. It’s a song of bruises and grit, of no cops and no calls, just kids who stood their ground and earned respect. The spoken bridge becomes a drumbeat of legacy: Proof we’d be okay.