Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Concrete cage Four walls, one rage Parklea pressure (Say it) Parklea pressure [Verse 1] G-Block, C-Block, roll call, tense Eyes on vents, shivs in the fence Seg yard echo, name get checked Wrong postcode, get your soul dissected Screws walk past, boys stare hollow Steel tray slam, that sound we follow Seen red drip quick, spread on the floor Mop marks streak from the wings to the door Patch over patch, ink on skin Old war stories in a cold steel wing Phone time precious, line stay long Muttered code in a foreign tongue [Chorus] Hard time Parklea, pressure in my chest Seen blood drop like water on the vest Screws get popped when the boys feel stressed This ain’t TV, this is real-life test Hard time Parklea, tension in the yard Heart turn stone, face stay hard If you make it past the gate, better thank your guard Hard time Parklea, living with the scars [Verse 2] Mongol eyes watch, angels on the tier Whole pod freeze when the big dogs near Old vendettas in the shower steam Towel on the rail, can’t hear a scream Al Medina talk at the plastic table Chess with sharks, every move unstable Kites run silent through the vent at night Names get circled, green light, no light Visit room glass, kids press hand Dad in greens, head full of sand Judge swung hammer, years got stacked Now every single day feels back-to-back [Chorus] Hard time Parklea, pressure in my chest Seen blood drop like water on the vest Screws get popped when the boys feel stressed This ain’t TV, this is real-life test Hard time Parklea, tension in the yard Heart turn stone, face stay hard If you make it past the gate, better thank your guard Hard time Parklea, living with the scars [Bridge] Count time hush Cold air, rush Say your name, stand straight Pray you don’t bleed on the next estate (yeah) [Chorus] Hard time Parklea, pressure in my chest Seen blood drop like water on the vest Screws get popped when the boys feel stressed This ain’t TV, this is real-life test Hard time Parklea, tension in the yard Heart turn stone, face stay hard If you make it past the gate, better thank your guard Hard time Parklea, living with the scars (hard time)
Tags
rap, Aggressive Aussie drill-rap feel, male vocals. Dark, detuned synths and sliding bass carrying a mid-tempo stomp; sharp, dry snares and distant siren textures. Verses tight and breathless, pushed in the pocket; hook explodes with gang chants and stacked ad-libs. Final chorus rides a stripped loop and echoing shouts for a raw, claustrophobic fade.
Duration
2:28
Instrumental
No
Created
2/10/2026