Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Clock on the wall Red light on Lawyer on hold Case still on [Verse 1] I did six up in Rahway Cold tray, cold day, same hallway Northern State, four walls, one mind Thought I left that cell in the long grind Now I’m back in the booth with a warrant out Missed court, wrong date, they gon’ sort it out? Public defender say, “Calm, let me talk it down” But I still feel cuffs when I hear that sound Third gun case on my back like a tattoo Judge read stats, I can see how they tag you File thick, whole past in a manila Name on the docket like a bullet in the pillar Mama on the phone say, “Baby, just pray” PO on the phone say, “Boy, just stay” Bag by the door, shoes tied, heart raw Half wanna run, half wanna face law [Chorus] Facing warrants, I ain’t running this time Got a third strike, still I stand on mine Did six straight, came home, rewired Now I fight fire while the past on fire Court date circling, fear on my chest But I won’t fold, I confess, I’m stressed If they want me back, they gon’ see my eyes I’ma walk through the doors, not live in disguise (yeah) [Verse 2] I remember count time, keys in the latch Slab as a bed, dust in the latch Rahway yard, cold wind in the metal fence Reading law books tryin’ cut through the ignorance Northern tier, whole tier full of lost names Talk about appeal like a ball game Said I’d touch grass and never come back Yet I’m here on the edge of the same trap Lawyer say the paperwork dirty on the last raid Chain of evidence shaky, that’s a pathway Prosecutor paint me like I’m still that dude Same mugshot, different years, same attitude But I got a niece now, she just turned two Promise I would show up whenever she do So I suit up, tie tight, heart bruised Walk in that courtroom, I’ma speak my truth (yeah) [Chorus] Facing warrants, I ain’t running this time Got a third strike, still I stand on mine Did six straight, came home, rewired Now I fight fire while the past on fire Court date circling, fear on my chest But I won’t fold, I confess, I’m stressed If they want me back, they gon’ see my eyes I’ma walk through the doors, not live in disguise [Bridge] Every knock on the door feel like raid day (hey) Every unknown number feel like chain day But I’m tired of the ducking and the back routes Tired of the whispers and the blacked out Future on trial for the past that I lived Still I raise my hand, that’s the vow that I give If they take me, they take me, but I still won’t bend ‘Cause a man ain’t his record, he the way he end [Chorus] Facing warrants, I ain’t running this time Got a third strike, still I stand on mine Did six straight, came home, rewired Now I fight fire while the past on fire Court date circling, fear on my chest But I won’t fold, I confess, I’m blessed (yeah) If they want me back, they gon’ see my eyes I’ma walk through the doors, not live in disguise (uh)
Tags
rap, Gritty East Coast boom-bap with male vocals; close, confessional verses over dusty piano loop and heavy, swinging drums. Hook widens with layered chant-style backing, subby bass, and sharp snare fills. Final verse adds filtered pad swells and subtle vocal doubles as the energy rises from weary tension into defiant focus.
Duration
3:37
Instrumental
No
Created
4/7/2026