Yeah… Sun fallin’ low… tide movin’ slow… Shem Creek glow… Ready or not, here I cruise through the tide Sun bleedin’ gold on the Carolina side City lights flicker, but I’m already free Powerboat glide on Shem Creek sea Ready or not, hear the engines hum low Sky turn purple, watch the marsh grass glow No stress in my chest, just the breeze and me Shem Creek sunset therapy Dock lines loosen, I’m ghostin’ away Boardwalk chatter fade into the bay Pelicans glide like they know my name Water so calm, but the motor got flame Copper sky meltin’ into the stream Salt in the air like an old-school dream Shrimp boats rockin’, slow silhouette Southern horizon soaked in sweat Chrome on the rail catch last light beam Wake cut clean like a razor through cream Radio low — that classic repeat Bassline roll like the tide at my feet I ain’t chasin’ nobody, I ain’t runnin’ from fear Just throttle and horizon crystal clear Every sunset say the same thing to me: “Freedom don’t shout — it moves quietly.” Ready or not, here I cruise through the tide Sun bleedin’ gold on the Carolina side City lights flicker, but I’m already free Powerboat glide on Shem Creek sea Ready or not, hear the engines hum low Sky turn purple, watch the marsh grass glow No stress in my chest, just the breeze and me Shem Creek sunset therapy Boardwalk lights blink on one by one Day clock out when the night shift come Bridge shadow stretch long and lean Paint that water in tangerine Tourists toastin’, glasses in air But I’m mid-channel without a care Throttle steady, hull ride tight Spray catch fire in the dying light Reflection of fire in my Ray-Bans Palm on the wheel like I made plans Every ripple talk back to me Say, “King don’t rush what he’s meant to see.” No throne but the captain’s seat Heartbeat sync with the engine beat World feel loud till you drift this way Then it quiet like the end of day And I ain’t lost — I’m exactly where The river meets salt and open air If peace had a sound, it’d probably be That low V8 hum under me Marsh grass sway like they pray for the night Moon wait patient for the sun’s last light Water mirror all the things I’ve been Wash it clean when the tide roll in Ready or not, here I cruise through the tide Sun bleedin’ gold on the Carolina side City lights flicker, but I’m already free Powerboat glide on Shem Creek sea Ready or not, I don’t chase no throne Got the whole wide water for my own Sky fade slow, but the vibe don’t sleep Shem Creek sunset — soul run deep Yeah… Golden hour… Shem Creek…
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