Yeah...

Down where the moss hangs heavy like a wet blanket.

Where the law don't follow the tire tracks.

Welcome to the mud, homie.

Keep it buried.

White lightning in a Mason jar, clear as the summer moon

Engine humming like a hornet, playin' a lawless tune

I got red clay under my nails and a ghost in the passenger seat

Crossed the county line at midnight, feelin' the summer heat

See, the water here is murky, thicker than a bloodline bond

Don't go castin' stones unless you're ready for the Great Beyond

I’m a product of the pines, a bama with a rhythmic gift

Shiftin' gears on a rusted Chevy, watch the gravel drift.

Down at Catfish Creek, where the secrets sink like lead

Got a mouthful of silver and a price upon my head

It’s that copperhead flow, slithrin' through the reeds

Harvesting the sorrow from the bitter, broken seeds

Yeah, we’re prayin' to the water, but the water’s runnin’ black

Once you dive into the Creek, ain't no turnin' back.

Tattoos breathin' on my skin, ink turns into scales

Tellin' stories of the trap and the crowded county jails

I’m a poet with a shotgun, metaphors in buckshot spray

Washin' off the sins of yesterday in the shallow bay

I see the blue lights flashin' way back in the rearview mirror

But the closer I get to the bank, the vision's gettin' clearer

The ghosts of the valley whisper while the bullfrogs start to choir

I’m the king of the silt, baptized in the Southern fire.

The creek don't rise...

Unless it's washin' away the evidence.

(Wash it all away)

The creek don't rise...

Unless it's takin' you with it.

Down at Catfish Creek, where the secrets sink like lead

Got a mouthful of silver and a price upon my head

It’s that copperhead flow, slithrin' through the reeds

Harvesting the sorrow from the bitter, broken seeds

Yeah, we’re prayin' to the water, but the water’s runnin’ black

Once you dive into the Creek, ain't no turnin' back.

Let it sink.

Deep in the silt.

Don't breathe too hard... the water's heavy.

Catfish Creek.

We out.