Fifty-Two

[Chorus]
Fifty-two years, fifty-two cards
Fifty-two tears, fifty-two scars
This shit means more than rap does, this shit means more than Zack does
This shit means that at fifty-two, my rap's done

[Verse 1]
That means I'm done when I reach the age, where my Grandpa passed from life's cage
No longer trapped by life's pain, in a good way, I hope he stays
It also means that each card represents each year of raps, before I rest
Continue to add more to my magic chest, count each year that my Grandpa bled
I don't plan it, whеn I run out of space, I pace shit, looking at the fuеl gauge
Starting the cards with them all chased, making sure they're all face the right way
No jokers, why would I want it that bad, man? Y'all pick, sticky fingers, what's that, man?
Did you eat something?
Then forget to dry your hands man?
My life line is cards, cut me, you'll see the hearts
Diamonds are my eyes, spades are my parts
The clubs are the words that I mesh together as art
And the sleights and the scars, they fall apart

[Chorus]
Fifty-two years, fifty-two cards
Fifty-two tears, fifty-two scars
This shit means more than rap does, this shit means more than Zack does
This shit means that at fifty-two my rap's done

[Verse 2]
I'll finish these bars with air-cushion, make them like cards, and fair push 'em
Double lift, le-paul, what an execution, lost and found like a box of wooden toys
For all ages, fast changes, vast wages, awful pages
Full of anger and hatred, why'd you leave of all places?
I needed you here, to say, "hello," I needed you here, when I had to say, "hell no"
I need to talk about shit I been through, but you left when I needed you
Tell me the truth, now that you're up above, is this as low as it gets for love?
I pray to you
'Cause I've had enough

[Chorus]
Fifty-two years, fifty-two cards
Fifty-two tears, fifty-two scars
This shit means more than rap does, this shit means more than Zack does
This shit means that at fifty-two, my rap's done

[Outro]
And I'm always strong