[Verse 1] Steel bunk Concrete pillow Cold sweat stuck to my skin CO bangin' on the window "Count time" echo in the din Yuma sun Cookin' brick and gravel All I got is time And these chains that rattle State tray slopped Like they scraped a floor Gray meat, cold beans Plastic fork on the door I stare at that wall See your eyes, then cancer Doc say “might spread” But he ain't got answers [Chorus] I'm in chains in Yuma But my mind at home Jenny in a head scarf Tryna stay strong alone Kids drawin' me pictures Crayons all outside the lines I'm shackled in this prison But they're the ones on my mind (yeah, they're the ones on my mind) [Verse 2] They call it chow I call it punishment Mystery stew Smell like regret Slide that tray Like a joke gone bad Take two bites Think of what we had You in that chair By the kitchen light Pills in a row You don't sleep at night Nurse say "breathe" But you think "breathe for who?" I'm stuck in this jumpsuit Can't be there for you Little man ask "Mom, dad comin' back?" You dodge that question Like a heart attack Baby girl save My old postcards Fold 'em in her pillow Like I'm not that far [Chorus] I'm in chains in Yuma But my mind at home Jenny in a head scarf Tryna stay strong alone Kids drawin' me pictures Crayons all outside the lines I'm shackled in this prison But they're the ones on my mind (oh, they're the ones on my mind) [Bridge] Judge hit the gavel Everybody went mute But you waged your own war In that hospital suit I'm doin' this time You doin' time too Every chemo drip Feel like bars on you If I walk out And you ain't there Who do I thank? Who do I curse in the air? [Verse 3] Knees on concrete Prayin' in the dark Rust on my cuffs Rust on my heart "God, if you listen Trade my years for hers" I'll mop every tier I'll scrub every floor Give my last breath For one more summer night Her laughin' in the kitchen Kids covered in Sprite But the pod still hum And the guards still shout Another cold meal Another day counted out [Chorus] I'm in chains in Yuma But my mind at home Jenny in a head scarf Tryna stay strong alone Kids drawin' me pictures Crayons all outside the lines I'm shackled in this prison But they're the ones on my mind Yeah, I'm chained in Yuma Walls on every side But love don't fit in fences It slips through every line (yeah, it slips through every line)

rap, Dusty Western trap beat with swung hi-hats, hollow kick, and rattling snares; mournful nylon guitar loop and low organ pads. Male vocals, intimate and conversational on the verses; hook grows wider with layered harmonies and a subtle gospel choir texture. Energy rises on each hook with extra percussion and bass swells, then drops back to a stark, confessional feel for the rap sections.

Chains In Yuma