

Prompt / 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
Tags
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.
2:12
No
2/11/2026