[Verse 1] Clock in Steel door sighs Grin from the unit like “You back Wise guy?” Same old circus Same cold tile Same dude asking “Yo Can you look the other way a while?” Two on the range They jawin’ all day Petty little beef turn real midway “Code on the tier ” yeah Here we go again Rushin’ down the hall Fake calm in my veins He crack a bad joke I fake a half laugh Eyes on his hands Mind on my path “Got a cig? Got a phone? Just a lil’ somethin’?” Man I got a badge and a target Nothin’ [Chorus] I’m just countin’ chains They’re countin’ days I walk that line through the noise and rage Arguin’ Fightin’ Same damn stage Long shift life in a concrete cage I’m just countin’ chains They’re countin’ days Holdin’ it down while the world looks away Flip my heart like they flip those trays Long shift life in a concrete cage (yeah) [Verse 2] Lunch time Tray time Food flyin’ midair He don’t want his peas He just want a new stare Tray hits the wall Gravy on my vest I radio “10-” like it’s all just a test Back cell block Someone talkin’ to the sink Eyes wide open Brain on the brink He’s yellin’ at ghosts that I can’t see I’m standin’ in the doorway Wonder who’s free Admin in the office Polishin’ that chair Spreadsheet saints Actin’ like they care “Write it up Log it in We’ll review someday” I leave with a limp and a shrug anyway [Chorus] I’m just countin’ chains They’re countin’ days I walk that line through the noise and rage Arguin’ Fightin’ Same damn stage Long shift life in a concrete cage I’m just countin’ chains They’re countin’ days Holdin’ it down while the world looks away Flip my heart like they flip those trays Long shift life in a concrete cage (oh) [Bridge] Who checks my pulse when the code is clear? Who signs my scars at the end of the year? They go home early I stay late Rubber sole steps echo over all this weight [Chorus] I’m just countin’ chains They’re countin’ days I walk that line through the noise and rage Arguin’ Fightin’ Same damn stage Long shift life in a concrete cage I’m just countin’ chains They’re countin’ days Holdin’ it down while the world looks away If I don’t bend Maybe I won’t break Long shift life in a concrete cage (yeah, long shift life in a concrete cage)

Gritty storytelling hip-hop over moody trap groove; male vocals with a weary, sardonic tone. Verses ride a sparse, swung drum pattern and brooding bass, small eerie keys echoing like late-night fluorescents. Hook lifts with shouted gang vocals, extra percussion hits, and a rising synth pad, then drops back to a stripped-down beat for verses. Final chorus adds doubled vocals and ad-lib layers for a raw, exhausted climax.

Counting Chains