Prison time

Lyrics

[INTRO — FAST, HARD, AI‑READY] Right — up against the wall, don’t breathe, don’t stall. Now strip — boots off, pockets out, stand tall. Bend and cough — cold floor, bright lights, no rest. “You’re free to go…” Next one in — welcome to the test. --- [CHORUS — FAST, HARD‑HITTING, AUSSIE GANGSTER RAP] Locked in the dark — but I rise through the pressure and pain, Concrete heartbeat — thumpin’ like a runaway train. Eyes on my back — every step in this place is a strain, Word is my weapon — pride in my chest like a chain. Demons attack — but I’m built for the weight of the war, Mind stays sharp — steel nerves cut clean to the core. Standin’ in shadows — but I’m ready for whatever’s in store, Aussie boy fightin’ — from the block to the cell door. --- [VERSE 1 — UNCHANGED] 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 — REPEAT FAST VERSION] Locked in the dark — but I rise through the pressure and pain, Concrete heartbeat — thumpin’ like a runaway train. Eyes on my back — every step in this place is a strain, Word is my weapon — pride in my chest like a chain. Demons attack — but I’m built for the weight of the war, Mind stays sharp — steel nerves cut clean to the core. Standin’ in shadows — but I’m ready for whatever’s in store, Aussie boy fightin’ — from the block to the cell door. --- [VERSE 2 — UNCHANGED] 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 — UNCHANGED, STILL FITS] 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 — NEW, FAST, HARD, AUSSIE GANGSTER RAP] Yard stays still — but my mind runs hot like a fuse on flame, Thinkin’ ’bout Melbourne nights, every hustle, every name. Walkin’ laps with regret — but I’m learnin’ to flip that frame, Tryin’ to rise from the wreck, not drown in the weight of blame. Boys swing quick — but most of it’s pain they can’t unpack, Pressure builds deep — snaps loud like a whip‑crack. Rumours hit hard — thick smoke you can’t push back, Makes you watch every mate, every move, every track. Officers perched up high — but they don’t see the war in my chest, Say the rap’s too sharp, too real — but it’s how I process the stress. Every bar’s a release — from the tier to the block I press, Tryin’ to hold my soul together in a world built to test. --- [OUTRO — NEW, FAST, CLEAN, MELBOURNE STREET ENERGY] Time crawls slow — but I’m still chasin’ light through the dark, Holdin’ tight to the fam, the hope, the fire, the spark. Scars on my skin — but they’re proof that I made it this far, Melbourne raised me rough — now I’m reachin’ for a higher bar. When the gates swing wide — I’ll step out with a mind rebuilt, Carryin’ lessons, not chains — no shame, no guilt. From the cell to the street — I’m returnin’ with a sharpened will, Aussie boy standin’ tall — and I’m climbin’ that hill.