Day Seventeen

This track was born from a real headline: March 16, 2026 — Day 17 of the war. Ships stalled at Hormuz, oil at $105, 13 Americans dead, no ceasefire in sight. But people still hope and hold together.. The lyrics weave in verified details — Day 17 of the war; 13 American flags at half-mast; Oil at $105 and climbing. Majik delivers the report through hip-hop, letting the data hit as hard as the beat. Lines like "Seventeen days since the first bomb dropped on February twenty-eight" anchor the track in specifics that generic coverage misses. The mood — somber, reflective, urgent — reflects the emotional reality behind the numbers. Every Majik's Studio news track exists to make you feel the story, not just read it.

[verse 1] Seventeen days since the first bomb dropped on February twenty-eight Seventeen days of fire and we're still counting up the weight Twenty-three hundred dead across a dozen sovereign nations Six Americans in coffins, six flag-draped presentations Seven seafarers drowned or burned in the strait they used to cross And every single number is a family counting loss I'm sitting here on March the seventeenth trying to make it rhyme But how do you find meter in the middle of a crime? Khamenei is dead, they say, like that's supposed to be the win But the new one's just as angry and the war is just beginning Israel says three more weeks minimum, that's their estimation Three more weeks of bombing, three more weeks of devastation The architects are comfortable in rooms with air and lights While the people in the crosshairs don't get to choose their fights Seventeen days and I'm asking everyone I know Did you see this coming? Did you see this coming? Where's this supposed to go? [chorus] Day seventeen, day seventeen Seventeen days of war and what does it mean? Day seventeen, day seventeen Count the dead, count the cost, count the in-between Day seventeen, day seventeen When does it end? When does it end? Day seventeen [verse 2] Three seventy-two at the pump, that's the war in your driveway Diesel pushing five, that's the war on the highway Brent crude at a hundred-twenty, that's the war on Wall Street S&P losing three weeks straight, that's the war on your Main Street GDP at point-seven, they revised it down from one-four The economy was limping and then somebody started a war Forty-four percent chance the Fed won't cut a single rate So your mortgage and your car note, they can sit there while you wait Groceries going up next, produce, meat, and dairy climb Because every truck that moves them needs the diesel every time And the diesel comes from oil and the oil comes through a strait That's been closed for thirteen days and the ships are sitting, wait— Hundred-fifty vessels anchored, going nowhere in the Gulf Ten attacked already and the world's still calling bluffs This is what a war economy looks like from the ground Not the generals' perspective but the everyday compound [chorus] Day seventeen, day seventeen Seventeen days of war and what does it mean? Day seventeen, day seventeen Count the dead, count the cost, count the in-between Day seventeen, day seventeen When does it end? When does it end? Day seventeen [verse 3] Thirty thousand federal workers fired before the first bomb fell DOGE cleaned out the agencies, the timing couldn't tell A worse story if it tried, you gut the State Department down Then start a war that needs diplomats in every single town From Baghdad to Bahrain, from Abu Dhabi to DC The phones are ringing, nobody's answering, the desks are all empty The malaria expert's teaching swimming, the CDC worker's in a bed The Army vet's on application thirty while the world is seeing red Two hundred billion saved, they said, not two trillion, not even close And the courts said it was illegal but the damage is morose Forty cities marching, Jane Fonda on the stage again Javier Bardem at the Oscars saying no to war, amen Stanford students in the rain at White Plaza, holding ground Iranian-Americans divided by the sound Of celebration and of mourning happening on the same block The diaspora is fractured and the clock just doesn't stop [chorus] Day seventeen, day seventeen Seventeen days of war and what does it mean? Day seventeen, day seventeen Count the dead, count the cost, count the in-between Day seventeen, day seventeen When does it end? When does it end? Day seventeen [verse 4] So here we are, day seventeen, the tally on the board Twenty-three hundred dead, the strait closed, the economy floored Three seventy-two a gallon, thirty thousand workers gone Forty cities in the streets and the war is still going on Trump says hit Kharg Island again, just for fun, he says Like the oil terminal in Fujairah wasn't enough to dread Shahed drones on the UAE, missiles on Tel Aviv Every escalation answered with a reason not to leave [chorus] Day seventeen, day seventeen Seventeen days of war and what does it mean? Day seventeen, day seventeen Count the dead, count the cost, count the in-between Day seventeen, day seventeen When does it end? When does it end? Day seventeen [bridge] I don't have the answers, I just have the questions and the count Twenty-three hundred, seven, six, thirty thousand, that's the amount Three seventy-two, a hundred-twenty, point-seven GDP Forty cities deep and none of them are free These are just the numbers on day seventeen Tomorrow there'll be more of them, you know what I mean [chorus] Day seventeen, day seventeen Seventeen days of war and what does it mean? Day seventeen, day seventeen Count the dead, count the cost, count the in-between Day seventeen, day seventeen When does it end? When does it end? Day seventeen