Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Parklea block, cold tile, cold cot
Two-man cell, three-man plot
Real wolves, all teeth, no talk
Had to learn how to sleep in my socks
Old celli tried cut my air off
Steel in his hand, heart switched off
Blood on the floor, screws ran in late
He got wheeled out, I just saw gates
Governor said, “You ain’t safe here”
Next stop, max yard, five years
File on the desk: “High risk”
I just clenched both fists, that’s it
[Chorus]
I was housed with some monsters
Climbed out that concrete coffin
Kept my mind strong, kept my guard on
Turned that pain into pressure, now I’m locked in
I was one step from a grave or a sentence
Built a body and a brain as a weapon
I was housed with some monsters
Came out sharper than the fences
[Verse 2]
Push-ups, burpees, whole wing watching
Counting every rep like options
Either get preyed on, or get solid
Either go crazy, or get honest
Reading that charge sheet, five on the table
Thinking of Mum, she praying I’m able
To walk that line, not fold, not fumble
Heart like a riot, voice like a rumble
Seg yard runs, laps in a square
Sweat in my eyes, rust in the air
Every day war, steel door, steel stare
Still heard “freedom” under that glare
[Chorus]
I was housed with some monsters
Climbed out that concrete coffin
Kept my mind strong, kept my guard on
Turned that pain into pressure, now I’m locked in
I was one step from a grave or a sentence
Built a body and a brain as a weapon
I was housed with some monsters
Came out sharper than the fences
[Bridge]
They tried break me
But I broke through
Turn brick into backbone
Turn scars into truth (yeah)
If they move how they move
Then I move how I choose
Beat the time in my head
’Fore I ever beat the screws
[Chorus]
I was housed with some monsters
Climbed out that concrete coffin
Kept my mind strong, kept my guard on
Turned that pain into pressure, now I’m locked in
I was one step from a grave or a sentence
Built a body and a brain as a weapon
I was housed with some monsters
Came out sharper than the fences
Style
rapdarkcinematic drill beat at midtempo with 808s snarling and sparse piano stabs. male vocals: tightclose-mic’d deliveryverses spit in a lowcontrolled growl that edges into a shout on key lines. hook widens with stacked gang vocals on the last words of each barsubtle riser into each chorus dropand a shortfiltered breakdown before the final hook for maximum impact.strong
Prompt
Parklea correction housed with some real monsters fought my way to the top dropped blood killed my old celli was looking at 5 years in maximum security prison kept my mind strong working out hard rap
Credits
Prompt by
chrismichael331
chrismichael331GeneratedFeb 10, 2026
ModelAria v5
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