terry redlin, paint the fields, it’s a beautiful picture
dropping tabs up out the sheet, writing down some scripture
dropping gin up in my juice, it’s one hell of a mixture
in my mind, center stage, girl, you are the fixture

and it’s been something like a month now
sackett’s land, on my dresser, chart the front now
travel west, to the hills, time to hunt now
ducking down, undercover, tryna stunt now

darling i can’t even lie down
demons near, i have no fear, i take what’s mine now
the light is near, can’t you feel it, in your spine now?
i hope you get the the fuckin’ picture ‘fore i, wow

that’s crazy talk for the occasion
steppin in some 42s, my whip is asian
you can hate it if you want, but you can save it
imma keep shinin’, gamma rays man

where’s the truth? where we’re grazin’
rid the pony to the sea, the view’s amazing
had to learn a couple lessons, put some pain in
the wind is green, & it’s pulling on my mane &

greener pastures just aligned now
nothing matters but this moment, so i’m fine now
clock is running, not concerned with the  time now
open doors, open windows, to the tide now

to the tide now, tide now
to the tide now, tide now
to the tide now, tide now
to the,

Redlin

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