27 of Clubs

Bless the scavengers
High water, raptured earth
Hit running or drop dead
Depends what part is landing first
Had it best, had it worst
Ain't based on your caliber
Save nations or safe placement
I ain't waiting on the avengers
What's a superhero?
Can't pronounce that
Hit the ground hard, break your neck, bring the bounce back
Clowns in a squad car
Ring a rosie round that
If this is the end then imma need a better soundtrack
Pulled by the collar
Feel like I finally got shit to offer
Feelin like anyone can be a scholar
Finally rid myself of the imposters
Fish out of water?
Nah, it's crab season
It's red lobster
It's opulence for the proles
Hit each goal just to go farther
I know, I know
It probably sounds so fuckin cheesy
I could say it more subtle but I don't think you'd believe me
Been sweating every word
More articulate than easy
Maybe I should just drop my shoulders and speak freely
Be less beholden to the place where I live
Everybody knows the truth but won't say what it is
Announce they give a shit and then fall back to the workday
So if you hit the pre-save know it's so much more than wordplay
(It's my birthday!)
Slept my way through a year so sedentary
And now I'm here at the rockstar cemetery
Yes-men in my ear like "it's go for broke or bust"
I know anything could kill us but baby, don't join the club
I got family to support
I got people who would kill for me
I got love not superficial
Got so much responsibility
I've been messier than ever
Tweaking off the lack of symmetry
Ain't no reason to regress or give my soul like it ain't shit to me
Hell no
Hell yeah it was a strange hand dealt
But i'm here now, in high spirits and good health
Content to die some day with a whole lot of questions
Till then I keep em guessing

Where the fuck am i going?
I don't know but keep going



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Writer(s): August Mcallister
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