Parklea Phone Line Dead

[Verse 1]
Parklea yard
cold sun, brick sky
Name on the visit sheet
you ain't swing by
Mama back in the States
canteen on freeze
Letters come late
but your lies came clean
Phone line dead
still I stare at the wall
Dial tone ghost
don't answer my calls
Screws yell "lock in"
I stare at my hands
every promise you made
turned contraband
[Chorus]
Parklea phone line dead, I'm losin' it (losin' it)
Mind run crazy in this unit, kid (yeah)
You said you'd ride, but you never did (never did)
Now my heart gone black, my eyes feel evil
Seven three three three six one on the sheet (on the sheet)
That's my name, that's my rage, that's my grief (my grief)
If I touch that road, I'm a different breed
'Cause my heart gone black, my eyes feel evil
[Verse 2]
Block gets loud
then quiet like grief
Kicks on the concrete
teeth in my cheek
Cellie talk fam
I just bite on my tongue
Got no one to call
just the hurt in my lungs
Mama pray heavy
on a far‑away shore
But they cut the line
I can't reach her no more
You was out free
while I counted these days
You was out sweet
while I drowned in this place
[Chorus]
Parklea phone line dead, I'm losin' it (yeah)
Mind run crazy in this unit, kid
You said you'd ride, but you never did
Now my heart gone black, my eyes feel evil
Seven three three three six one on the sheet (on the sheet)
That's my name, that's my rage, that's my grief
When I hit that gate
I'm a different breed
'Cause my heart gone black, my eyes feel evil (evil)

rap, Hard, claustrophobic drill-leaning beat, mid-tempo, with distorted 808s and tight trap hats. Male vocals, raw and close-miked, verses in a tight pocket that simmer with tension, hook explodes with shouted doubles and gang vocals. Sparse piano stabs and low synth drones add menace; final chorus stacks ad-libs and echoes for a boiling-point climax.