told you from the start. ft. Kobe a.k.a. herman monsta..

(Verse 1) Steel doors slam, echo in the hall, Another booking, another brick wall. Strip search, cold tile, the sting of the spray, Another number, another lost day. They take my belt, my laces, my pride, Another mugshot, where my demons reside. The orange jumpsuit, a uniform of shame, Whispers follow, they all know my name. (Chorus) Concrete and bars, a cage for the soul, Time slips away, taking its toll. Lost years, lost faces, a family torn apart, This concrete jungle, ripping out my heart. They call it corrections, but there's no fixing here, Just broken spirits, fueled by fear. (Verse 2) The cell's a coffin, six by eight, maybe ten, Sharing with shadows, where the nightmares begin. The clang of the mess kit, the slop they call food, The hollow eyes staring, misunderstood. Gangs carve their marks, on skin and on walls, Whispered alliances, before the next brawl. Drugs trade like currency, in this concrete hell, A twisted economy, where stories don't sell. The guards watch with eyes, cold and indifferent, Another number, another convict, insufficient. (Chorus) Concrete and bars, a cage for the soul, Time slips away, taking its toll. Lost years, lost faces, a family torn apart, This concrete jungle, ripping out my heart. They call it corrections, but there's no fixing here, Just broken spirits, fueled by fear. (Bridge) Outside, the world moves on, seasons change, While I'm stuck in time, in this desolate range. My children grow up, with a father unknown, My mother's tears fall, seeds that she's sown. The weight of regret, a heavy, cold chain, A constant reminder, of all the lost gain. (Chorus) Concrete and bars, a cage for the soul, Time slips away, taking its toll. Lost years, lost faces, a family torn apart, This concrete jungle, ripping out my heart. They call it corrections, but there's no fixing here, Just broken spirits, fueled by fear. (Outro) Another night falls, the sirens wail low, Another lost soul, nowhere to go. Just the cold, hard steel, and the echoing sound, Of a life wasted, on this forgotten ground.