[Verse 1]
Parklea yards
housing real boys
tatted teardrops
never fake noise
187 inked
on a jawline grin
every handshake stiff
every stare pure sin
My brother 786501
burnt in my brain like a barcode done
he was running that pod
had the whole unit spun
walk the blue line
like a tightrope cut
COs looking straight through
every time we erupt
[Chorus]
Parklea pressure
this that real boys rage
786501
locked inside that cage
Fights break out
screws just stare at the war
Blood dripping on the lino
pooling red on the floor
Parklea pressure
you can taste that hate
187 on the skin
like a stamped out fate
Fists fly first
then the kicks, then more
Blood dripping on the lino
we been here before
[Verse 2]
Phones in the vent
whispers in the yard
every kite that lands
turns a soft kid hard
O.G.s seated
on a torn-out bench
young dogs circle
with that cutlery stench
Screws play statues
while the shanks go flash
call bell ringing
like a laugh track back
Sirens too late
mop bucket too small
for the river from his eyebrow
painting that wall
[Bridge]
Say a number, not a name
(what you in for?)
different story, same blame
(we were kids before)
Parklea nights
teach a heart to rot raw
blood drying brown
on that cold grey floor
[Chorus]
Parklea pressure
this that real boys rage
786501
locked inside that cage
Fights break out
screws just stare at the war
Blood dripping on the lino
pooling red on the floor
Parklea pressure
you can taste that hate
187 on the skin
like a stamped out fate
Fists fly first
then the kicks, then more
Blood dripping on the lino
we been here before