A Bunch of Pricks (A.I. Music Society Photo Prompt Day)

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[Intro – Banjo Plucks, Hand Claps, Trap Hi-Hats, Stomp Kick Drum, Slide Guitar Accents]
(Yeah… uh huh… woo!)
(Hey! Hey!)

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[Verse 1 – Playful Rap Flow, Banjo Groove, Trap Beat]
I’m the tall green king of the desert land,
Forty feet high, roots deep in the sand.
Arms out wide like I’m flexin’ for the flicks,
But I get self-conscious ‘bout my too-many pricks. (Ouch!)

Standin’ in the sun for a hundred years strong,
Bloom white flowers when the spring rolls on.
Everybody stops just to stare at my crown,
Sonoran superstar holdin’ my ground.

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[Chorus – Call and Response, Banjo Strums with Trap Hi-Hats]
(Cactus!) Don’t touch me, I’m sharp all around,
(Cactus!) Got pricks stickin’ out, yeah, pound for pound.
I’m awkward, but I still look slick,
Livin’ my best life with too many pricks.

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[Verse 2 – Playful Rap Flow, Banjo Picking with Trap Beat]
See the flowers get the love when the springtime comes,
While I stand stiff, stuck, lookin’ kinda dumb.
Wish I had smooth skin, soft petals in the mix,
Instead I’m pokin’ strangers with my too-many pricks. (Sorry!)

The birds build homes in my crooked arms,
But nobody hugs me, they dodge my charms.
Still I stand tall, desert king of the scene,
Awkward on the outside, inside I’m green.

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[Pre-Chorus – Rhythmic Build, Hand Claps + Trap Hi-Hats Rising]
Standin’ tall, I can’t be tamed,
Desert born, I earned my name.
Spikes might sting, but I still shine,
Too many pricks, but I’m doin’ fine.

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[Verse 3 – Rap Flow with Country Drawl, Banjo + Slide Guitar over Trap Beat]
I don’t need shade, I make my own,
Desert backbone, flesh and bone.
Stand through the storms, heat, and the drought,
What you call “pricks,” I can’t live without. (Yeehaw!)

Critters find shelter in the curve of my frame,
Owls in the hollows, they whisper my name.
I’m awkward, sure, but I still stand tall,
A prickly king with a prick for all.

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[Bridge/Breakdown – Minimal Banjo Riff, Heavy Trap Kick + Hand Claps]
I’m rooted deep, can’t knock me down,
Prickly prince of this desert town.
No shade tree, no leafy trick,
Just me, myself, and my thousand pricks. (Uh huh!)

[Drop to Silence – One Beat Pause]

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[Chorus – Call and Response, Full Banjo Strums, Slide Guitar, Trap Beat Explodes Back In]
(Cactus!) Don’t touch me, I’m sharp all around,
(Cactus!) Got pricks stickin’ out, yeah, pound for pound.
I’m awkward, but I still look slick,
Livin’ my best life with too many pricks. (Hey! Hey!)

⸻

[Outro – Banjo Picking Fades, Trap Beat Drops to Hand Claps, Slide Guitar Echoes]
Yeah, I’m the cactus standin’ proud in the sun,
Too many pricks, so of course I have fun.
Roots run deep, and my arms stretch wide,
Prickly forever on the desert side. (Woo!)

[Fade with Banjo + Hand Claps]

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[Intro – Banjo Plucks, Hand Claps, Trap Hi-Hats, Stomp Kick Drum, Slide Guitar Accents] (Yeah… uh huh… woo!) (Hey! Hey!) ⸻ [Verse 1 – Playful Rap Flow, Banjo Groove, Trap Beat] I’m the tall green king of the desert land, Forty feet high, roots deep in the sand. Arms out wide like I’m flexin’ for the flicks, But I get self-conscious ‘bout my too-many pricks. (Ouch!) Standin’ in the sun for a hundred years strong, Bloom white flowers when the spring rolls on. Everybody stops just to stare at my crown, Sonoran superstar holdin’ my ground. ⸻ [Chorus – Call and Response, Banjo Strums with Trap Hi-Hats] (Cactus!) Don’t touch me, I’m sharp all around, (Cactus!) Got pricks stickin’ out, yeah, pound for pound. I’m awkward, but I still look slick, Livin’ my best life with too many pricks. ⸻ [Verse 2 – Playful Rap Flow, Banjo Picking with Trap Beat] See the flowers get the love when the springtime comes, While I stand stiff, stuck, lookin’ kinda dumb. Wish I had smooth skin, soft petals in the mix, Instead I’m pokin’ strangers with my too-many pricks. (Sorry!) The birds build homes in my crooked arms, But nobody hugs me, they dodge my charms. Still I stand tall, desert king of the scene, Awkward on the outside, inside I’m green. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus – Rhythmic Build, Hand Claps + Trap Hi-Hats Rising] Standin’ tall, I can’t be tamed, Desert born, I earned my name. Spikes might sting, but I still shine, Too many pricks, but I’m doin’ fine. ⸻ [Chorus – Call and Response, Banjo Strums with Trap Hi-Hats] (Cactus!) Don’t touch me, I’m sharp all around, (Cactus!) Got pricks stickin’ out, yeah, pound for pound. I’m awkward, but I still look slick, Livin’ my best life with too many pricks. ⸻ [Verse 3 – Rap Flow with Country Drawl, Banjo + Slide Guitar over Trap Beat] I don’t need shade, I make my own, Desert backbone, flesh and bone. Stand through the storms, heat, and the drought, What you call “pricks,” I can’t live without. (Yeehaw!) Critters find shelter in the curve of my frame, Owls in the hollows, they whisper my name. I’m awkward, sure, but I still stand tall, A prickly king with a prick for all. ⸻ [Bridge/Breakdown – Minimal Banjo Riff, Heavy Trap Kick + Hand Claps] I’m rooted deep, can’t knock me down, Prickly prince of this desert town. No shade tree, no leafy trick, Just me, myself, and my thousand pricks. (Uh huh!) [Drop to Silence – One Beat Pause] ⸻ [Chorus – Call and Response, Full Banjo Strums, Slide Guitar, Trap Beat Explodes Back In] (Cactus!) Don’t touch me, I’m sharp all around, (Cactus!) Got pricks stickin’ out, yeah, pound for pound. I’m awkward, but I still look slick, Livin’ my best life with too many pricks. (Hey! Hey!) ⸻ [Outro – Banjo Picking Fades, Trap Beat Drops to Hand Claps, Slide Guitar Echoes] Yeah, I’m the cactus standin’ proud in the sun, Too many pricks, so of course I have fun. Roots run deep, and my arms stretch wide, Prickly forever on the desert side. (Woo!) [Fade with Banjo + Hand Claps]

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