Prison days

Lyrics

[INTRO] Right!!! up agaiuinst the wall, now strip,. bend and cough. your free to go, next! [CHORUS] Locked in the dark, demons claw at my mind, Rock bottom concrete, no light left to find. Shiv in my sock, eyes back of my head, Word is my bond, pride keeps me from dead. [VERSE 1] Locked away for a calendar, thoughts like a plague in my brain, Demons whisper my failures, replayin' the fall and the pain. Rock bottom ain't metaphor—cold concrete floor and that drain, Charged with kidnapping, firearms, extortion—the judge dropped the chain. Twelve minutes on the wire, voice cracklin' through glass and the grief, Mum's tears on the other side, heart burnin' like fire in my teeth. Four counts a day, just a number, a ghost on the roster they read, Soul fightin' to breathe while I'm walkin' through hellfire and dread. [CHORUS] Locked in the dark, demons claw at my mind, Rock bottom concrete, no light left to find. Shiv in my sock, eyes back of my head, Word is my bond, pride keeps me from dead. [VERSE 2] Weekly canteen line snakin', trade strips for a moment of peace, Cookin' up smokes in the cell, small things mean everything, chief. Fishin' line under the door, contraband slidin' for sale, Passin' the weight, stayin' paid—survival's a treacherous tale. Push-ups on bricks till my veins pop, power my only escape, Free TV flickerin' shadows of life that I left in my wake. Missin' my girl through the pain, love turned to letters I write, Broken men silent 'round me—speak up and you're marked for the fight. [BRIDGE] Sun dips low on the tier, shadows stretch like the hands of the lost, Iron clangs heavy, five-to-seven lockdown—world pays the cost. Broken brothers can't speak, weakness they say, but the pain runs deep, Missin' her touch through the bars, love's the wound that won't sleep. (verse 3) Yard feels quiet, but inside I’m carryin’ storms I don’t show, Walkin’ laps with my thoughts — places I never wanted to go. Shiv in the sock for safety — but the real fight’s in my chest, Battlin’ the fear and the guilt, tryin’ to rise from the mess. Fights spark quick — but half the time it’s pain underneath, Men swing fists ‘cause they’re drownin’, no space to breathe. Rumours drift through the block — truth twisted, heavy and thick, Makes you question who you were, who you are, who you’ll be when you’re picked. Officers watch from the towers — but they can’t see the weight in my head, Say the rap’s too raw, too real — but it’s the only way I shed All the pressure I carry — from the cage to the block, Tryin’ to carve out meaning in a place built to stop the clock. Eyes in the back of my skull, can't trust no one, get got in a blink, Stabbin' for name, no cap—word's iron, pride's the link. Police on our backs 'cause the drill hits too real, like Onefour they ban, But we spit from the cage, Mt Druitt to Silverwater—gangsta clan! [OUTRO] Small things mean everything when you got nothin' left. Cookin' smokes, fishin' lines, boobers for TNs. Word and pride. Onefour forever. Drill from the cage to the streets.