
Jail Like Hell
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- atlanta rap
- conscious hip hop
- late 2010s
- pop rap
- chicago drill
Lyrics
intro
Yeah... look... Free the boys, man. Real pain, you know how that goes.
Verse 1
Staring at these cold steel walls, pacing round a blank ceiling
Collect calls dropping out, leaving all this heavy feeling
Judge handed down a number and it hit me like a freight train
Stuck inside a concrete box while my city's drowned in pain
Mama calling on the line, crying saying bills are getting high
And I'm trapped inside a six-by-nine just asking God the reason why
Had to sit back helpless while my family needed bread
Countless sleepless nights with these demons in my head
They traded out the loyalty for petty little clout
Left me locked down in the dark while I'm tryna figure out
How the ones I grew up with are splitting at the seams
Waking up in nightmares when we used to chase the dreams
I can hear the guards walking, keys jingling on the tier
But the loudest sound is silence when you're trapped inside your fear
Can't even send a dollar to protect my mama's home
The hardest part of prison is you're suffering alone.
Chorus
And the rain keeps falling on my city while I'm locked away
Lord knows I'd give it all just for one more day
To save my brothers from the streets, to fix my mama's tears
But I'm just trapped inside a cell counting down the years
Yeah, they see the flashing lights but they don't know the cost
Buried in the system while I'm mourning what I lost.
Verse 2
Got a letter in the mail, ink is smudged across the page
Telling me that Turk didn't even make his age
Shot him on the corner where we used to pitch the pack
Cold world, damn, ain't no way of bringing my brother back
Then another FaceTime from a number that I dread
"C-Murph passed away, man, they left him for the dead"
And I couldn't grab a strap, I couldn't slide or run or hide
Just a grown man sitting on a steel bunk, tryna cry
Hating every second that I'm locked up in this cage
Punching up the brick till the blood is on the page
Lost the brothers that I vowed that I'd put on the map
Now I'm reading obituaries from inside a trap
They put him in a casket while I'm stuck behind a grill
The streets don't ever pause just because your time is still
Two phone calls back-to-back, another homie gone
Can't even shed a tear because the weakness shows in stone.
Chorus
And the rain keeps falling on my city while I'm locked away
Lord knows I'd give it all just for one more day
To save my brothers from the streets, to fix my mama's tears
But I'm just trapped inside a cell counting down the years
Yeah, they see the flashing lights but they don't know the cost
Buried in the system while I'm mourning what I lost.
Verse 3
Now the appeal coming up, tryna fight a losing case
Staring through the glass at my mama's tired face
She said, "Baby, keep your head up, we are surviving here"
While I'm tasting all the salt from a locked-away tear
They thought the money and the status made me bulletproof
Never knew the isolation was the hardest truth
Lost my dawgs to the streets while the system held me down
Couldn't send a blessing, couldn't make it to the town
To bury my own blood, to protect the ones I love
Now I'm looking for some answers from the man up above
From a cell in the dark to the graves in the dirt
This is more than just rap—this is generational hurt
They see the jewelry and the chains but they don't see the scars
A million miles away while I'm looking through these bars
Lord, cover my family cause I failed 'em from the inside
Just another broken soul swallowed by his own pride.
Chorus
And the rain keeps falling on my city while I'm locked away
Lord knows I'd give it all just for one more day
To save my brothers from the streets, to fix my mama's tears
But I'm just trapped inside a cell counting down the years
Yeah, they see the flashing lights but they don't know the cost
Buried in the system while I'm mourning what I lost.
outro
Yeah... they see the ice but they don't see the pain.
Locked in a cage while my brothers die in the rain.
Can't even be there for my mama when she needs me most.
Just a ghost behind these bars...
Long live Turk. Long live C-Murph.
Free the guys. Free my soul.
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