(Verse 1)
Pines lean low where the red moon hangs,
Dust on the boots, still remember the pain.
Mama said, "Son, don't let the dark wear your face,"
But the night's got a voice in a forgotten place.
Blue lights cut through the humid air,
Ghosts ride shotgun like they always there.
Every old porch got a story untold,
Every scar on the soul feel colder than gold.
Church bells ring while the crows take flight,
Everybody prayin', everybody fightin' the night.
Dreams get buried where the weeds grow high,
Some leave town, some never ask why.
(Hook)
Ride through the South where the Spanish moss sways,
Truth hides deep in the smoke and haze.
Everybody searchin' for a road back home,
Even kings feel lost when they walk alone.
(Verse 2)
Granddaddy's Bible on a worn-out shelf,
Tryna outrun fate but you can't outrun yourself.
Old railroad tracks hum a low refrain,
Carry yesterday's tears with tomorrow's rain.
County line whispers every family name,
Nobody leaves here exactly the same.
Moonshine legends, front porch prayers,
Broken promises float through the summer air.
I seen hope in the eyes of a kid on the block,
Still believing time could outrun the clock.
So I tell my story through the bass and the blues,
'Cause every hard road leaves a mark on your shoes.
(Outro)
Sun comes up, but the shadows remain,
Every heart got a little bit of thunder and rain.
If redemption's a road, I'm still walking that mile,
Through the deep Southern night with a hard-earned smile.
This leans into a dark, cinematic Southern hip-hop atmosphere with imagery of rural roads, church bells, Spanish moss, and moral conflict, while keeping the focus on storytelling rather than celebrating crime.
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