[Verse 1] Steel bunk Thin sheet Rust flakes Hot heat Concrete sweat sticking to my back each night Paint peel Slow fan Clock dead Same scan Four walls chewing through my will to fight They call chow, I line up with a thousand ghosts Gray tray, cold mush, yeah, they do the most Rock hard bread, smell like last week's rain Grease shine swimming on a gravy stain I poke at it, think of home-cooked plates Jenny laughing while the chili simmers late Now it’s powdered eggs and that watered-down stew Every bitter bite just tastes like "you" [Chorus] Locked up in Yuma, I’m stuck in this run Eating what they give me till my teeth feel numb Jenny’s fighting cancer on the outside, hun And I’m praying these bars don’t steal my son Yuma got my body, but my mind’s back home Where my little ones climb on your tired bones I’m counting every brick, every step, every scar Trying to hold y’all close from this cold-ass yard [Verse 2] Mail call Head up Hope shakes Dry cup Every week I chase your handwritten ink Sometimes it’s light, few lines and a heart Sometimes it’s scans, new charts, new starts Chemo days heavier than these chains I think You say, "Hair’s falling, but I’m still me" Force a joke through the hurt between the letters I read You ask, "You okay?" while machines breathe near I’m the one in a cage, but you trapped in fear Kids draw crayon suns in the margins, too Stick-figure daddy standing next to you Doctor face round like a balloon in blue Little hands trying to fix what life just blew [Chorus] Locked up in Yuma, I’m stuck in this run Eating what they give me till my teeth feel numb Jenny’s fighting cancer on the outside, hun And I’m praying these bars don’t steal my son Yuma got my body, but my mind’s back home Where my little ones climb on your tired bones I’m counting every brick, every step, every scar Trying to hold y’all close from this cold-ass yard [Bridge] [Beat drops to low bass and faint piano] Lights out Still awake Concrete pillow Neck ache Whispers down the tier about time and death Some man cries out for a mom long gone Guard boots echo like a funeral song I talk to the dark till I run out of breath "God, if You’re real, don’t let her fall Take my years, my tears, take it all Give her one more day to tuck them in at night I’ll do this stretch twice, just keep her in the light" [Chorus] Locked up in Yuma, I’m stuck in this run Eating what they give me till my teeth feel numb Jenny’s fighting cancer on the outside, hun And I’m praying these bars don’t steal my son Yuma got my body, but my heart’s with my crew Tiny hands, tired eyes, all reaching for you I’m counting every brick, every step, every scar Rapping to the ceiling like it’s where you are [Outro] [Beat fades, just vocal and faint hum] Steel bunk, same heat, tomorrow same food But I hold your names like a secret tattoo Yuma got my body, but it can’t claim my truth I’m coming home in every word I send to you

rap, Dusty storytelling rap over a slow, menacing trap beat, 72 BPM. Dry male vocals up front, verse delivery half-whispered like late-night confessions; hook opens wider with layered, mournful hums and distant gospel-style harmonies. Sparse piano stabs and eerie pads under a heavy, swinging kick and tight snare, 808 glides used for emotional emphasis. Final chorus strips to vocal, low bass drone, and subtle reverb tails for a hollow, aching fade.

Yuma Blues