🟢Flock (Outlaw Country Roadwatch)

[Intro] Yeah… love… Dust in the headlights, moon hangin’ low Black birds watchin’ every truck I roll You think it’s the night air kissin’ your neck? That’s a cold steel halo on a county check Welcome to the Flock. --- [Verse 1] Neon motels and them old fence posts Got black glass eyes starin’ down these roads Ain’t a cruiser in sight but the leash still tight Every tag that I’m runnin’ in a courthouse light They say it’s for the thieves, say it’s guardin’ the lanes But the snare get wider every town that you change Every beer run stop, every late-night ride Every two-lane shortcut where the outlaws hide Silicon cowboy with a long steel hook Ropin’ every drifter into one book Database Bible with a stamped-out verse Where your wheels rolled first and where they reversed They carve your whole life with a quiet click Just a camera pole and a backroad trick You blink and your freedom’s boxed up and shipped Every mile that you drift permanently script --- [Hook / Chorus] Welcome to the Flock, where the blacktop talks Tin-can vultures keep an eye on the blocks Every plate get flagged, every mile get chalked You can run but the sky already knows where you walked Welcome to the Flock, hear that digital squawk Feathers made of cable on a big steel hawk They swear it’s for the crime but the net don’t stop Soon the whole wide country just a locked-up lot --- [Verse 2] Old courthouse chamber where the ink runs cold “Public safety upgrade,” that’s the line they sold How a lens on a pole with a billion-yard gaze Turn a free county road to a wire-strung maze Server farm temple hummin’ late in the dark Rows of glowin’ secrets burnin’ blue as a spark Every workday ghost floatin’ through that fire Every freedom ride flagged by silent choirs Data peddlers whisper through them marble halls Patterns in the gravel like invisible walls They don’t pull a warrant when the lens can see They just scrape the whole highway like a metal bee And the sheriff say, “Now listen, if you done no wrong” But the trail of your tires thirty years too long One bug in the code and the cell door slams Now the camera’s word’s all the judge still demands --- [Hook / Chorus] Welcome to the Flock, where the blacktop talks Tin-can vultures keep an eye on the blocks Every plate get flagged, every mile get chalked You can run but the sky already knows where you walked Welcome to the Flock, hear that digital squawk Feathers made of cable on a big steel hawk They swear it’s for the crime but the net don’t stop Soon the whole wide country just a locked-up lot --- [Verse 3] Used to be stars watchin’ drifters roam Now it’s cold glass eyes on a telco dome Every busted pickup, every long low glide Just a number floatin’ in a statewide tide Little crossroad towns wear a circle of steel Ain’t a badge in the mirror but you still can feel That electric shiver hummin’ under your hood Like the blacktop swearin’ where you once stood High desert straightaway, midnight dash But the bank of the cloud keepin’ every flash Ain’t shadows left where a rebel can hide Just a timestamp trail like a barcode ride The future ain’t chains, it’s a quiet file Stacked somewhere far in a data pile Where the watchers don’t blink and the servers don’t sleep And the flock keeps count of the sheep they keep --- [Bridge] Pole by pole the tendrils grow Like thorn vines wrappin’ ‘round the road One eye… two eyes… thousand more Till every street’s a mirrored floor And the question ain’t crime Nah, the question is this— Who rides the sky When the sky can’t miss? --- [Final Chorus] Welcome to the Flock, where the highways sing Every turn of your tire feeds a hidden king Every backroad outlaw in a digital ring While the tin birds circle with a memory sting Welcome to the Flock, where the future’s got eyes Feathered up with cable in the watchful skies You can drive till dawn but the cloud won’t lie Every road you take just another alibi --- [Outro] Engines fade… wires hum… Quiet poles where the watchers come… And somewhere in the static over this rock A billion little footprints… All inside the Flock