Desert Prophet

Verse 1

I walk the sand like a shadow with a heartbeat drum,

Whispered visions in the wind say the future’s begun.

I got a serpent in my pocket and a poem in my hand,

Droppin’ riddles on the earth like I’m blessing the land.

I’m the midnight rider with a wildfire tongue,

Turnin’ silence into thunder with the breath in my lungs.

Every doorway is a question, every echo’s a clue,

And the sky cracks open when I tell it the truth.

Hook

I’m the lizard king with a rhythm in my veins,

Beat hittin’ harder than the desert rain.

If the world needs fire, I’ll spark that flame—

A prophet with a pulse and a wild, wild name.

Verse 2

See the moon lean low like it’s listenin’ close,

To the stories that I carve in the dust like a ghost.

I’m a wanderer, a conjurer, a storm in the night,

Turnin’ footsteps into thunder when I step in the light.

Got a choir of the lost singin’ under my breath,

Every rhyme is a doorway between life and death.

I’m the poet of the crossroads, breaker of chains,

Droppin’ visions on the beat like electric rain.

Bridge

Let the rhythm be a ritual, the night be a shrine,

Where the wild ones gather at the edge of the line.

If the world wants truth, let it follow my voice—

In the chaos of the cosmos, I still make noise.

Hook

I’m the lizard king with a rhythm in my veins,

Beat hittin’ harder than the desert rain.

If the world needs fire, I’ll spark that flame—

A prophet with a pulse and a wild, wild name.

Verse 3

I got a candle made of thunder and a match made of dreams,

Light ’em both and watch the night split apart at the seams.

I’m the wanderer of whispers, the keeper of flame,

Where the crossroads tremble when they hear my name.

I’m the outlaw oracle with a pulse like a drum,

Droppin’ cosmic revelations ’til the daylight comes.

Every heartbeat’s a ritual, every rhyme’s a sign,

And the universe listens when I cross that line.

Bridge

So gather ’round the fire where the wild ones roam,

I’m the voice in the dark sayin’ welcome home.

Hook

I’m the lizard king with a rhythm in my veins,

Beat hittin’ harder than the desert rain.

If the world needs fire, I’ll spark that flame—

A prophet with a pulse and a wild, wild name.