20 bucks..
Somehow this must last
20 bucks
I'm praying for luck
20 bucks
I'm saying "Jesus Christ what the fuck?!"
20 bucks
I'm buying booze
20 bucks
Thinking of a deep snooze
20 bucks
I accept that I lose
I'm just so tired...
20 bucks..
My flame has all but expired
Where I see myself
and where I am
are no where close
Been so down and thinking of an overdose
I'm smart as fuck
But I'm so broke that my mind is toast
In this world, if you got no wallet
You've got nothing to fuckin boast
So much poverty
Far beyond our coasts
How many people would kill for some solid food
As you throw away the rest of that roast
Here I am still sick of fighting this battle
grabbing on to anything
As I hear the demonic tail rattle
How does one ever recover
Always trying get back on the saddle
I feel like a lifetime has passed
26 years old
Too young to feel gassed
I can’t even imagine 5 yrs. from now
So much has happened in the 5yrs last
Been poor most of my life
I’m a survivor that’s ready for another task
Never a chance to fuckin rest
24/7 It's just not good enough
I've got nothing better than my best
Rippin my heart out
So you can feel the beat in my chest
20 bucks to my name
with 20 bucks less
Poet Douglas Kearney and composer/producer/drummer Val Jeanty link up for a a compelling LP that feels like the written word come to life. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2021