Mr. Teal Reels

[Verse]
Mr. Teal reels, casting lines to the sloughs,
Bait soaked in diesel, fish whisper their truths.
Delta's murky fingers, grip tight on his boots,
Wading deep waters, where the cattails root.
[Chorus]
Backwoods rolling, Silverado howls,
Rally wheels screaming, Stockton North bound.
Mud-slick prayers in the dusk's dark shroud,
Mr. Teal reels, won't let that rod bow down.
[Verse 2]
Swamp mist curling, stories float in the air,
Crawdads and crickets, symphonies out there.
Chevy’s grill growls, eats the gravel in bites,
Moonshine rivers spill secrets to the night.
[Bridge]
Pirate melody, hums low in his chest,
Compass cracked, but he's chasing the West.
Storm clouds above, but he's laughing at the rain,
Cajun blood in his veins, nothing tethering his chain.
[Chorus]
Backwoods rolling, Silverado howls,
Rally wheels screaming, Stockton North bound.
Mud-slick prayers in the dusk's dark shroud,
Mr. Teal reels, won't let that rod bow down.
[Outro]
Delta whispers fading, Chevy’s tail lights red,
River's secrets linger, ghost voices in his head.
Mr. Teal keeps rolling, his story still unfed,
Fishing for answers in the waters ahead.

brooding, rap, male vocals, dark country rap, country, heavy 808s, minor key banjo