

Prompt / Lyrics
[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)
Tags
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.
2:19
No
4/7/2026