Battle Yard Bodyweight

[Verse 1]
Hit the floor
Cold concrete
Count every rep
Like I’m tryna stay free
Hundred pushups
Chest on the stone
Every lock on the door
Make me strong in the bone
Two hundred burpees
Heart on fire
Sweat drip, steel fence
Coiled like wire
Jog round the yard
Circle that gate
Same gray wall
New mind state
[Chorus]
Prison workout, this a battle yard (battle yard)
Never drop your guard, never drop your guard (uh)
Training like I’m really tryna go to war
Push through the pain till it hurt no more
Prison workout, this a battle yard (battle yard)
Ink on my skin, got my record scarred
Brother doing pull-ups, knuckles all raw
Bar by bar, we rewrite law
[Verse 2]
Two hundred sit ups
Back to the dust
Every crunch, every breath
Grinding rust off trust
Count on my fists
Can’t count on appeals
Only iron that I touch
Is the iron I feel
Brother on the bar
Chin to the sky
Whisper, “If they break us
It’s ‘cause we let ‘em inside”
Lap after lap
Boots slap that track
If my body stay ready
My soul fight back
[Chorus]
Prison workout, this a battle yard (battle yard)
Never drop your guard, never drop your guard (stay sharp)
Training like I’m really tryna go to war
Push through the pain till it hurt no more
Prison workout, this a battle yard (battle yard)
Every rep hit harder than the COs charge
Brother doing pull-ups, framing that door
We build a new life on this concrete floor

rap, Hard, claustrophobic boom-bap with gritty trap drums and deep 808s; male vocals in an urgent, breathless pocket. Verses tight and percussive, stacked doubles on key phrases. Hook explodes with shouted gang vocals and filtered siren stabs, then drops to bare kick and bass between lines for impact. Final chorus adds octave harmonies and rising riser for a war-chant climax., workout