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Just got out the county, soul feelin’ heavy,

Nothin’ but a jumpsuit, cold tray, and my celly.

Judge lookin’ at me like I’m just another stat,

But they don’t see the pain they don’t know where I’m at.

Probation on my back, gotta piss in a cup,

Tryna stay clean, but my mind still stuck.

Demons in my ear like, “One more won’t hurt,”

But I done seen too many brothers leave in a hearse.

Percs in my system got my vision all slow,

Addys had me up three nights in a row.

Tryna numb the thoughts, tryna quiet the rage,

But I’m feelin’ like a lion still locked in a cage.

Out the county, but I’m still doin’ time,

Chains off my wrists, but they stuck in my mind.

Tryna walk straight, but the path full of cracks,

And my shadow still follow with a knife in its back.

Yeah, I’m out, but I’m fightin’ these demon

Say I’m free, but I don’t know the meanin’.

Probation watchin’, pills callin’ me close,

I’m just tryna find peace I been doin’ the most.

Mama said pray, but I’m stuck in my ways,

I done knelt to the floor, still stuck in a daze.

Had a homie OD just the week I got home,

Now his name tatted deep in my flesh and my bones.

Tryna get a job, but they see me as a felon,

Ain’t no mercy in the system, just lawyers that be yellin’.

So I’m posted with the pain, tryna breathe through the smoke,

With this ankle on my leg and the pressure on my throat.

Pop a Addy just to focus, Perc just to sleep,

Got a devil in my ear and he talkin’ real deep.

Told me I ain’t never gon’ change or escape,

But I’m fightin' every night I got too much at stake.

Out the county, but I’m still doin’ time,

Chains off my wrists, but they stuck in my mind.

Tryna walk straight, but the path full of cracks,

And my shadow still follow with a knife in its back.

Yeah, I’m out, but I’m fightin’ these demons,

Say I’m free, but I don’t know the meanin’.

Probation watchin’, pills callin’ me close,

I’m just tryna find peace I been doin’ the most.

I ain’t glorifyin’ nothin’ this the pain that it bring,

Tears in the night, can’t buy peace with a bling.

Got a Bible on my dresser and a burner in the drawer,

Tryna choose a better way, but temptation at the door.

So if you feel what I’m sayin’, you ain't walkin’ alone,

We all got chains, even after we home.

But I’m breakin’ out daily, even if it’s in parts,

Tryna rewrite my story with the ink of my scars.