Lyrics
[Verse]
Red clay roads, where the marsh grass waves,
Palmetto shadows stretch, counting my days.
Creeks whisper secrets, tide got a rhythm,
Crabs scuttle sideways, dodging what's given.
The oaks wear Spanish moss like heavy chains,
Roots deep in the ground, soaking up the rain.
Sweet tea sunsets, sky bleeding orange,
Youth in the breeze, memories I forage.
[Chorus]
Edisto dreams, where the water runs wide,
Salt in my veins, got the ocean as my guide.
Home of the soul, where the river meets the tide,
Edisto dreams, I’ll carry 'til I die.
[Verse 2]
Low tide lessons, mud on my feet,
Shells cut deep, pain tastes bittersweet.
Grandma’s porch swing, creaking like time,
Stories in the air, stitched into my rhymes.
Pluff mud perfume, it clings and it stays,
Sunrise gospel, the gulls sing praise.
Boats hum low, nets heavy with the catch,
A life so simple, no need to attach.
[Chorus]
Edisto dreams, where the water runs wide,
Salt in my veins, got the ocean as my guide.
Home of the soul, where the river meets the tide,
Edisto dreams, I’ll carry 'til I die.
Style
boom-bap beat with jazzy piano loops and subtle vinyl cracklelaid-backstorytellingraphip hop
Prompt
A song about growing up on Edisto island, rap, hip hop
Credits
Prompt by
SlimeBallJigg
SlimeBallJiggGeneratedOct 16, 2025
ModelAria v4
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