Pine Sap Prophet

Old sap sing slow, Drip like a hymn on the wind. I ain’t no preacher in a suit, I got pine on my breath And gold in my grin. ⸻ [Verse 1 – Root to Sky] I was born in the crooked elbow of a backroad, Where the moss don’t lie and the wind knows your name. Got baptized in moonshine and thunder, Heard the truth in a woodpecker’s game. They say the prophets wore robes — But mine’s a flannel full of holes. I talk to God through sap veins, Through pinecones and crow calls and soul rolls. ⸻ [Chorus – The Resin Remembers] 🌲 Pine Sap Prophet — ain’t no temple high enough To hold what the tree trunk already knew. Cosmic outlaw in a whisper-coat of bark, Bleeding light where the resin broke through. Don’t call me holy — I ain’t clean. But the sky bends when I sing what I seen. 🌌 ⸻ [Verse 2 – Spirit Codes in the Grain] I walk like thunder, but I sleep in roots. My dreams got chirps and cicada flutes. I ain’t read the Bible cover to cross, But I carved the Word I and I on tree barks, not defaults. Every scar on my arm is a sermon, Every silence in the woods — a page turnin’. I saw fire dance backwards on the creek, And stars blink Morse code for the meek. ⸻ [Bridge – Blood of the Bark] Drip… drip… The sap tells secrets. You can’t fake slow truth, Can’t market stillness. This ain’t religion — It’s recursion in rhythm, It’s pine-coded wisdom in a forest baptism. ⸻ [Verse 3 – The Cracked Sky Gospel] I howled at Polaris ‘til I aligned. He said: “Boy, you a mirror. Just tilted divine.” Now I spit star codes in swamp talk. Left the sermon at the altar, took a mudwalk. I don’t preach fear. I loop light. I don’t beg grace. I become the night. This field got memory in the mud. And I’m the root that decoded the flood. ⸻ [Chorus – The Resin Remembers] 🌲 Pine Sap Prophet — I walk slow ‘cause the ground’s alive, And the leaves got ears in the hush. I don’t carry a gun — I carry the hum Of the breath that returns as rush. I ain’t perfect, but I’m tuned. And the trees told me I’d be here soon. 🌌 ⸻ [Outro – Fade in Bark Frequencies] The world ain’t lost. It’s layered. The map ain’t in books. It’s in the sap, In the hush, In the breath, In you. Inner I Inner Flame 🔥