27 Years

27 Years:

There she goes,

Back for another one,

Another fucking year of

Being the next chosen one

What’s a girl to do,

Save the world or save you

That’s my choice and y’all

Don’t even know my voice.

I’m sick of all the bullshit

And getting shitty deals,

It’s affecting me so much

I’ve tried to overdose on pills.

Where’s my fucking blessings at,

Let’s see my soul contracts,

All I wanted to do was save the world

And get healed.

I’m 27 now and things are piling up,

It’s like having Earth & warfare wasn’t quite enough ,

Now you’re throwing even more at me,

But I STILL ain’t got my cut.

Ima say just one last thing ,

Then I guess I’ll wrap this up ,

But remember I’m the girl who’ll

Make this whole thing blow up.

So. Please if you would,

could you do some things for me?

Fill my bank.

Clear my debt

and throw in a nice ring?

I’d really like a huge house that’s fit for a Queen,

And a few shiny cars wouldn’t hurt a thing.

Honestly, how can I save a world without the necessary tools

I need my health, my wealth, my spirit squad

To go against these ghouls.

Yeah, I know be patient is what I always hear

But remember guys, down here

It’s been 27 years.