Every scar here got its own geometry (Version 2)

Intro

Four years without parole — that's how long it takes

To turn the block you left into a name and a shape

Every scar here got its own geometry

They keep me locked but my mind runs free

Verse 1

Concrete garden, chain link fence on the yard

Fifteen bars since I last saw daylight through this guard

Counted twenty thousand stitches by hand in my sleep

Same wall I etched a name back when we still ran deep

Now they read it like graffiti, call it juvenile art

Never knew the block was an anatomy chart

Rico's picture faded off the corner store window

Same spot where a stranger put a bullet through his crown last June and won't stop running

Still got my brother's voice stuck behind this steel

Said you can't let the system take what they don't give — it's real

I hold on to that like a rosary in the dark

Told him if I made it back, he better be smart

Watched the whole crew scatter off one by one

Same fear I got locked up for, same reason everybody's running

They call this rehabilitation, but I know the cost

Every time they visit, it don't feel like it's still my coast

I read about the block through letters from a mile away

Learned to love something that ain't even in my hand — staying alive each day

Twenty months for nothing that I couldn't afford not to do

Now my mother's debt is clear and she can breathe again too

But at what price, man? Every day feels like an auction block

Where the winner gets to live and the loser gets locked

I still got the same pulse though — it don't slow down yet

Same fire burning under this institutional sweat

I'm a ghost who never died — I just came here different

Every mark on my body's proof that I ain't quit — inspect it

Twenty more months, forty, sixty? The clock don't care

Either way I'll walk out looking at the same air we share

The same sky, the same block, the same name that never changed

I was twenty when they took me, now my body's rearranged

Ain't no therapy gonna fix the shape of what's gone — it's not about being cured — it's staying strong

Watch how this silence still got more power than any word can say

Every scar on this wrist is proof that I didn't fade

Every day in here felt like a year I couldn't trade

But every month that passes means they're running out of time

Means the streets we left ain't empty and ain't even mine

I see the corner kids now — same age when it was me

Same fire burning bright, same future looking cheaply

So if parole comes through with a chain instead of a door

I'm walking straight into the storm like I done before

Same block, different shoes but my feet still know this ground

Whatever version of me they want let out — I won't be bound

Hook

Every mark on my body is proof that I stayed in one piece

Twenty months locked up ain't enough to lose what I've learned, man

I was never made for prison — this whole system designed me

To come out broken or leave the same way I entered — defeated

No sir — every wound here is a weight that I can carry