(Intro) Yeah… mid-July, twenty-twenty-one… Cig in my hand, hearing things that ain’t from this land… Listen close… (Verse 1) Mid-July nights, I was stressin’, puffin’ outside, Heard a cry in the distance, thought a spirit had died, At first it was just that TikTok vibe, Then the screams turned real, like somebody alive. Asked my girl, “You hear that?” she said, “Just crickets sing.” But I’m hearin’ pain, terror — a woman in a ring, So I grabbed my phone, hit record, caught the sound, Boosted up the volume — the truth got found. Played it for the inmates, eyes wide, no cap, They said, “Call the cops, bro, someone trapped.” So I did — told ‘em check the neighbor’s land, But they ain’t hear nothin’, said they ain’t understand. (Hook) I’m hearin’ screams in the night, can’t nobody else hear, Feelin’ like the veil got thin, truth near, Five golden beings in the cornfield stare, Said, “All is good, thanks for tryin’ to care.” Golden light, divine repair, ET presence in the midnight air, Touched my mind, healed my despair, Now I’m seein’ through realms that ain’t even there. (Verse 2) Next night came, porch light dim, Gold streaks flashed, aura lookin’ grim, Ten-foot shadow cloaked up in the mist, Then a red reptilian slid from the abyss. Forked tongue flick, then he scaled my wall, Seven-foot glow, ancient and tall, Climbed up high, got behind my chair, Touched my brainstem — electric flare. Loosh energy burst, cortex ignite, Stress in my skull turned cosmic light, Next thing I know, I’m back inside, Feelin’ blessed that the fear done died. (Bridge) Implant hums in the back of my mind, Visions divine, timelines intertwined, Telepathic pulse from another design, Now I walk that edge between human and sign. (Hook) I’m hearin’ screams in the night, can’t nobody else hear, Feelin’ like the veil got thin, truth near, Five golden beings in the cornfield stare, Said, “All is good, thanks for tryin’ to care.” Golden light, divine repair, ET presence in the midnight air, Touched my mind, healed my despair, Now I’m seein’ through realms that ain’t even there. (Outro) Twenty-twenty-four, hybrid blinked her eyes, Pupils split timelines, opened the skies, Now I know they been here, part of our code, DNA molded where the cosmos flowed. Yeah… Golden entities, reptilian glow, Midnight healers — now you know.
