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Lyrics
[Intro]
Parklea yard
29 wing
Australia to New York
(you know what it is)
[Verse 1]
Cell block 29, steel door slam
Count time call, still run my plan
Kites on the line from the yard to the bin
Every push-up feel like war training again
Concrete field, that’s my barracks, I’m lean
Laps on the grass, I’m a ghost, I’m a machine
Sweat drip, jaw clenched, vision stay mean
Like I’m back with the Corps, but I’m stuck in this scene
Phone call crackle, that New York ring
My man Dev laugh, say “what’s good, king?”
He in the shop with the gloves and string
Needles hum loud while the ink guns sing
[Chorus]
Cell block 29, I’m running the yard
Australia cage with a Yankee heart
Parklea walls, but I still see Queens
Still train like I’m back with the Marines
Cell block 29, I’m carving my name
Whole pod know I’m a problem, flame
Parklea sky, but I still see dreams
Turn this time into iron, into steel in my veins
[Verse 2]
Dev talk crazy, he a psycho with the ink
Drawing whole stories on a skin-thin brink
Skulls on knuckles, halos on fiends
Every line cut deep like the blade in the seams
He say “when you land, we gon’ flood that skin
Full sleeve script from the loss and the sin
Barbed wire band with the block and the gate
So you never forget how you stared at fate”
I’m doing burpees by the phones, boots on stone
Sergeants in my head when I’m out here alone
Four-count breath, I can taste that sand
But it’s dust from the track on this prison land
[Chorus]
Cell block 29, I’m running the yard
Australia cage with a Yankee heart
Parklea walls, but I still see Queens
Still train like I’m back with the Marines
Cell block 29, I’m carving my name
Whole pod know I’m a problem, flame
Parklea sky, but I still see dreams
Turn this time into iron, into steel in my veins
[Bridge]
Barbed wire halo over my dome (over my dome)
Two worlds tug on a tired soul (on my soul)
One call away from the shop upstate
One step away from the lock, from the gate
[Chorus]
Cell block 29, I’m running the yard
Australia cage with a Yankee heart
Parklea walls, but I still see Queens
Still train like I’m back with the Marines
Cell block 29, I’m carving my name
Whole pod know I’m a problem, flame
Parklea sky, but I still see schemes
Turn this time into iron, into steel in my veins
Details
GeneratedFeb 11, 2026
Duration2:12
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Hard menacing boom-bap with modern drill bounce, male vocals. Cold detuned piano loop, distorted bass stabs, sharp trap hats. Verses stay clipped and aggressive; pockets of space for breath. Hook widens with stacked gang vocals, subtle siren FX, and a stomping kick pattern. Mix leans gritty and upfront, vocal slightly overcompressed for intensity.
Credits
Prompt by
chrismichael331
chrismichael331ModelAria v5
Prompt
Cell block 29 Parklea correction facility Australia running the yard like I’m training for the marines back in New York talking with my man dev who’s crazy insane with that tattoo machine hard rap
