Parklea on My Mind

[Verse 1]
She hit that line on me
Blue and red in the rearview, heart in my teeth
Australia air feel cold when they cuffin’ your sleeve
Parklea gates look tall when they slam on your dreams
I gave her flights, gave her nights, gave her my last
Put her name on my chest, tried to outrun my past
Soon as metal hit my wrists, she was talkin’ in caps
Turned my whole life story to a group chat laugh (damn)
[Chorus]
Parklea on my mind, still smell that yard
Five years on the table, cards dealt hard
Mama on the phone, tryna hold those tears
I was facin’ all that time, she was talkin’ like I ain’t here
Parklea on my mind, steel in my veins
Lawyer talkin’ numbers, tryna shave that pain
I gave her the world, she gave me the stand
Now it’s anger in my blood and this pen in my hand (lik blood)
[Verse 2]
Mama cried soon as they called, voice cracked through the wire
Said, “Son, I raised you better,” I heard hurt, not fire
In that cold-ass box, had to sit with my name
Every rumor like a razor, every headline flame
She was postin’ up stories, paintin’ me as a beast
I remember splitin’ rent, now she feast while I freeze
Talk sweet to my face, spoke foul to the law
I was starin’ at the ceiling, tryna settle the score
[Chorus]
Parklea on my mind, still smell that yard
Five years on the table, cards dealt hard
Mama on the phone, tryna hold those tears
I was facin’ all that time, she was talkin’ like I ain’t here
Parklea on my mind, steel in my veins
Lawyer talkin’ numbers, tryna shave that pain
I gave her the world, she gave me the stand
Now it’s anger in my blood and this pen in my hand (lik blood, lik blood)
[Bridge]
[Beat drops to low piano and bass]
Look me in my eyes, you ain’t break what you thought
You just sharpened every edge, every lesson I bought
If they ever pull that file, they gon’ read my scars
Turn my sentence to a weapon, let it bleed through bars (yeah)

rap, Dark, menacing drill-infused trap beat with deep sub-bass and sparse piano stabs. Male vocals, tight and intense, verses packed with double-time pockets and raw emotion. Hook explodes with layered, shouted ad-libs and gang-style backing chants. Occasional distant vocal FX and siren sweeps to echo the legal stakes; mix keeps the vocal upfront and confrontational., world