The Yard

It’s been 7 long years, no place to smoke
No place for fears
The yard got a hold on me, the yard  ain’t the place for the weak
Nights cold and hell’s space is lonely
Eyes open , keeping my sanity
Whiskey and weed keep failing me
Landing me in this yard, battling a daily war
Tattoos and scars
Until I win or until I fall 

Locked down, but my mind still running free,
Cold nights echo with the things I can’t be.
Concrete dreams carved deep in the dark,
Holding on tight to a flickering spark.
Chains on my hands but hope in my chest,
Counting every heartbeat, praying for rest.
Walls closing in but I’m fighting the strain,
Waiting on the day I can breathe again.

In the yard where the shadows stretch long,
Steel bars hum a lonesome song.
Every step echoes on cracked concrete,
Brothers stand tall with hearts that won’t retreat.
The sun beats down but we stay strong,
Fighting demons that don't leave us for long.
In the yard, you find who you really are,
Lost souls lookin' for a way out of the scar.

Locked down, but my mind still running free,
Cold nights echo with the things I can’t be.
Concrete dreams carved deep in the dark,
Holding on tight to a flickering spark.
Chains on my hands but hope in my chest,
Counting every heartbeat, praying for rest.
Walls closing in but I’m fighting the strain,
Waiting on the day I can breathe again.

Blues, raspy, gritty, electric guitar driven, male vocals, back up vocals, slo-tempo, soul