Knight Walkers

KNIGHT ROAD (DIRT TALKING RAP)

Tempo: slow
Delivery: deadpan → sharp → amused → tired
Beat: minimal, dusty, one-note bass pulse

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[INTRO – spoken, no beat]
Yeah…
We walk Knight Road every morning.
Not to get anywhere.
Just to see what’s still here.

[BEAT DROPS – low and lazy]

Tar strips slapped on busted asphalt—
Not fixed.
Just covered.
Like most things.

Yellow line down the middle,
Faded like a warning
Nobody listens to anymore.
Side lines gone.
Edges optional.

Black fences.
Red barns.
Fields playing dead.
Trees everywhere—
Watching.
Always watching.

[HOOK – spoken, repeatable]
This is Knight Road.
Take it or leave it.
This is how the day starts.

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Songbirds warming up
Like they didn’t get the memo.
Woodpeckers working on something
Far off,
Important,
None of my business.

Train horn floats in from nowhere—
Just to prove
There’s more than this.

Smoke from somebody’s fireplace.
You never see the house.
You just smell the morning.

[HOOK]
This is Knight Road.
Take it or leave it.
This is how the day starts.

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Bella the dog on a trampoline
Trying to understand gravity.
Losing.
Again.

Chickens at Donna’s place
Doing exactly
What they were built to do.

Jack’s dog, Cooler—
Charges the road
Every damn morning
Like he’s checking credentials.
I show mine.
He still doesn’t trust me.

Stop sign full of bullet holes.
Nobody asks why.
Nobody slows down either.

[HOOK]
This is Knight Road.
Take it or leave it.
This is how the day starts.

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House drowning in plastic shit.
Yard looks like a landfill
With opinions.

Plumber’s place—
Old water heaters stacked up,
Rust bleeding down their sides.
Pine trees growing through them
Out of spite.

Dead pickup trucks.
A Ford Falcon—
Still pretending.

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Creek in the woods.
Where people dump
What they don’t want traced.
Where hunters leave the parts
They don’t need.

Buzzards already clocked in.
Sitting in a tree.
Waiting for the shift to start.

[HOOK – quieter, tired]
This is Knight Road.
Take it or leave it.
This is how the day starts.

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Knight Road’s mostly woods—
But the pastures open up
Like the land needs to breathe.

Sun hits you hard.
Wind cuts harder.
Nobody apologizes.

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Nice neighbors wave.
Assholes don’t slow down.
You learn real fast
Who’s who.

Three walkers.
Sometimes ten.
Dogs pulling us forward.
Stories dragging behind.

We talk about bodies breaking down.
Food that might kill us.
Movies we half remember.
Kids.
Spouses.
People we invent
Because reality’s not enough.

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Spring smells like flowers
Trying to convince you.
Summer smells like sweat and panic.
Winter comes in sideways
And doesn’t apologize.

Manure.
Smoke.
Burned fields.
Clean air that never lasts.
Humidity thick enough
To chew on.

[HOOK – final, almost whispered]
This is Knight Road.
Take it or leave it.
This is how the day starts.

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We call ourselves the Knight Walkers.
Because saying it out loud
Makes it real.

We keep walking.
Because stopping
Means thinking.

[OUTRO – no beat]
Every morning.