Red Dirt Red Letters

rap, Outlaw country boom-bap hybrid: dusty Telecaster twang over a swung trap kit and upright bass, Male vocals with a gritty drawl; verses half-spoken, half-rapped, Hook explodes with gang-style shouts and stacked harmonies, Occasional churchy organ swells and slide guitar fills, Mix keeps drums punchy and vocal upfront, with roomy reverb on the chorus for a revival-tent feel, outlaw country

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[Intro] Boots in the dust Bible on the dash I talk rough, live fast Still I hear Him in the backlash [Verse 1] Blessed are the broke ones Pocket change, heart sore He said the kingdom’s theirs Not the man with the locked door Turn the other cheek? Hard when they swing first But He rode with a cross So I ride with this verse Love your enemies Even when they spit your name Said pray for the ones That set fire to your frame I got smoke in my lungs But His words in my throat What’s it gain to win the world If you lose your own soul? [Chorus] I’m an outlaw learning red letters Trying to do better with a bad past “Love your neighbor” in my holster “Forgive” where I used to keep a flask He said the last ones come in first place Said the meek inherit all this land I’m an outlaw learning red letters With a .45 heart in His hand [Verse 2] He said ask and you’ll receive Knock, doors swing wide But some doors stayed shut So I learned to let pride die Judge not, that hits When I’m sizing up a man Same boots, same mud Different scars on our hands Do unto others Like you want it done back So I tipped the old waitress From the coins in my hat He said the truth sets free These bars feel like chains So I tattooed every word In the cracks of my shame [Chorus] [Bridge] He said blessed are the peacemakers But I grew up with peacemakers on our hips Now I lay ‘em on the table [low vocal register] Let Him load my lips He said take up your cross, follow Not “take up your grudge, swallow” So I bury my rage out back Let His wild mercy swallow [Chorus]

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