Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Steel door slam
Badge on my chest
Same codes
Different day
Same stale breath
Carrying keys like it’s my sin
Cold metal spine on my hip
Eyes everywhere or else
One blink and it slips
Fluorescent hum in my skull
Names scratched deep in the paint
I learn the faces
Not the stories
Pretend I ain’t
Being nice don’t bother ‘em
They seen too much to pretend
So I stand between their past
And whatever’s at the end
[Chorus]
Watch the clock
Watch my back
Thirty minutes ‘til the next long lap
Stress so loud
I can hear it in the vents
Fear in my throat
But I still don’t flinch
Same codes
Different day
And it all feels bent
I carry these keys
Like I’m paying off debt
[Verse 2]
Round sheet in my hand
Eyes flick from cell to cell
Count breaths in the silence
Try to read the smell
One joke breaks the ice
Then the tension snaps right back
Respect is a thin blue line
Stitched into this black
Radio on my shoulder
Spitting numbers like rain
Every hallway got a story
Etched in somebody’s vein
I walk it like a tightrope
Over concrete and regret
Every lock that turns
Is a promise and a threat
[Chorus]
Watch the clock
Watch my back
Thirty minutes ‘til the next long lap
Stress so loud
I can hear it in the vents
Fear in my throat
But I still don’t flinch
Same codes
Different day
And it all feels bent
I carry these keys
Like I’m paying off debt
[Bridge]
Do they dream of getting out
While I dream of getting through
Different sides of the door
Same shade of blue (yeah)
If I’m a guard
I’m a ghost
Haunting every tier I tread
Alive in this place
By living in my head
[Chorus]
Watch the clock
Watch my back
Thirty minutes ‘til the next long lap
Stress so loud
I can hear it in the vents
Fear in my throat
But I still don’t flinch
Same codes
Different day
And it all feels bent
I carry these keys
Like I’m paying off debt
Style
gritty storytelling hip-hop over sparsemoody trap drums; dark electric piano and distant guitar swells. verses stay close and conversationalalmost whispered; chorus opens up with layered male vocals and a heavier low end. subtle siren and radio chatter textures weave through the beattension rising to each hook then dropping to a haunted simmer.
Prompt
Im a gard in a prison, being nice to the inmates don't bother, same codes different day, carrying keys like its my sin, eyes everywhere or else, rounds every 30 minutes, watch the clock, stress, fear
Credits
Prompt byRedCrow
GeneratedFeb 8, 2026
ModelAria v5
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