Parklea Phone Call

[Verse 1]
Parklea yard, steel sky
Cold pod, four walls, dry eyes
Blacktown boy in a blue cage
Green sheet over this rage (yeah)
Granny on the bus to the visit
Got turned ‘round at the gate in a minute
“AVO on ya name,” that’s the ticket
Whole clan blocked when I didn’t even pick it
Courts in Blacktown, chain on the ankle
Ring on the desk, screws love the scandal
Smirk on his face when he cut my call
“Time’s up, lad” while I burn in the stall
[Chorus]
They keep fucking with the phones on me (on me)
Line cut right when she spoke on me (yeah)
No girl, no fam, just a tone on me
Parklea walls got a hold on me
They keep fucking with the phones on me (phones on me)
Judge bang hammers, won’t roll for me
No hug, just a charge and a form on me
Parklea walls got a hold on me
[Verse 2]
Granville cop shop, wrists gone red
Cuffed in the van with the echo in my head
Lawyer talk sweet, “We’ll fix that order”
Paper hit the desk, now I’m locked from my daughter
Wing on freeze, boys pacing in circles
Food tray cold, mind running in hurdles
I dial that number, pray she’ll answer
Dead air laughing like some cancer (hah)
Screw by the phones with the key on his hip
Leant in close like, “Don’t slip”
Pulled that plug when she said my name
Turned my one good thing to another blame
[Chorus]
They keep fucking with the phones on me (on me)
Line cut right when she spoke on me
No girl, no fam, just a tone on me
Parklea walls got a hold on me
They keep fucking with the phones on me (phones on me)
Judge bang hammers, won’t roll for me
No hug, just a charge and a form on me
Parklea walls got a hold on me
[Bridge]
Do you hear me through the static, love?
Or am I yelling at a plastic box above?
If this block eats me, remember my face
I was more than a file in this fucked-up place
[Chorus]
They keep fucking with the phones on me (on me)
Line cut right when she spoke on me
No girl, no fam, just a tone on me
Parklea walls got a hold on me
They keep fucking with the phones on me (phones on me)
Blacktown, Granville, all know me
But you my only one that can hold me
Till these Parklea walls lose control of me (yeah)

rap, Aggressive Australian drill-rap energy, dark detuned synths and sub-heavy bass. Tight, swung hi-hats and sharp snares under a relentless, close-mic male vocal. Verses stay tense and clipped, chorus opens wider with shouted gang vocals and distant siren FX tucked into the background. Mix pushes the lead rap right in front, ad-libs panned wide for chaos.