“Uncle T – Block Memoirs (Cell Block Edition)”
(Verse 1)
Bankstown nights where the street turns men to stone,
Uncle T at sixteen walking heavy on his own.
Drama sparked quick — one move, no turning back,
Snatched someone up, caught slipping in the wrong track.
Not flexing the past, just the chapters he recalls,
That moment lit the fuse that would shadow all his falls.
Life ain’t a movie, it’s choices that carve scars,
And his started early underneath those Western Sydney stars.
(Verse 2)
Fifteen pushing MD, pockets dry, stomach tight,
Never wanted gangs — just trying to stay alive at night.
Seventeen slinging green, eighteen came with the blow,
Money dirty but it kept the whole household afloat.
But with cash came cops — dogs sniffing out the trail,
Busted time after time, stacking charge after fail.
Supply, proceeds, affray — the whole list on repeat,
Yet he played it iron-clad, never breaking under heat.
(Hook)
This ain’t a flex — it’s the truth that shaped the man,
Court dates lined up like shadows in a clan.
Never snitched, never folded — only once for a mate,
Took the whole case himself, kept a brother’s record straight.
(Verse 3)
Got grabbed on that drug run, whole squad on his back,
But he stayed shut solid — never ratted, never cracked.
Told the cops “It’s all mine,” kept every name off the file,
That silence cost years, but he wore it with a smile.
Nights in cold cells, transfers hitting like the rain,
One station to the next — chains clinking with the pain.
Bail got approved, grantor ready, fam outside,
But they kept him locked in, playing games with his pride.
Sitting in the holding tank listening to the keys,
Learning patience from the walls and the echoes in the breeze.
(Verse 4)
Still he moved like a G, even locked in a box,
Making calls, lining plays, surviving through the shocks.
Life don’t stop in a cell — it just tests who you are,
And Uncle T shined through like a flame behind bars.
Transfers at midnight, buses cold, cuffs tight,
Thinking ’bout the streets while staring at the fluorescent light.
Every delay, every hold, every “wait ’til next week,”
Made him harder, made him wise, made his backbone unique.
(Outro)
Now another CCO, but the road ain’t breaking him,
Got a lawyer with fire and a will that’s never dim.
Uncle T still standing, still writing his fate,
Living proof that the strong survive even when the world throws weight.
UncleT
