Lovers might die in these summertime nights
Cuts on my spine from these butterfly knives
I rump-a-bum-bum when I humbug songs
Come tear my tongue out what if I run?
Some call me sire
Some call me liar
Some search for zion
Some search for lions
Covered in my pride
Color in my lines
Make me more colorful
What if I shine?
Yeah
Noose hung by a lovers knot
Does she love me, love me not?
Chum scrubber
Mo’ fucker
Burnt rubber
Come simmer on my cold shoulder
Low loner
Lone stoner
Bram Stoker
Bites on my neck, slice on my wrist
No ice on my neck, no ice on my wrist
No hiding again when you lie with the fish
No hiding again with the sights with the clip
Bang
Lovers survive in their cumbersome lives
Under my spine where the butterflies fly
Purples and violets circle in silence
Permanent violence churning my eyelids
Inside out
With my insides out
Windpipe drought
Ever since I drowned
Kiss my mouth with your bittersweet lips
Downward Spiral - inner weakness
Starving artist, better eat this
Carving hearts to better see his
Triple my part when let em see six
Ride on my wave but I think I’m seasick
Seem sick when I see secrets
Seamstress seams when I seem stressed
Regress
Seas set to the deep end
Ready for the deep end
Treading thru the seasons
Really, who needs friends?
I don’t have no heroes
I am my own pharaoh
Don’t believe in tarot
See if I can care at all
Sipping on a spliff again
Drifting out of innocence
Feeling like I’m infinite
Living in that infrared
Feeling dead
Killing just to live again
Sip until my livers end
Under tongue’s my medicine
Uppercut a pessimist
Uberman in peasant skin
Lose my head and thread again
Loose leaf said I’m meddling
Bruised in bed on sedatives
To embed the revidents
My beauty’s set to revenants
Ozing blood from heaven’s lip
Excuse me I’m just devilish
Ever since The Exorcist
My head will spin forever, bitch
Everyday I wish for death
Extra space for fetishes
It’s my medicine
My medicine
It’s my medicine
My medicine
Gimme my medicine
Gimme my medicine
Gimme my medicine
Gimme, gimme my medicine
I don't have no loved ones
I am full of fuck ups
Full of dread like Rastas
Pull your head off first, huh
Pool of hidden chakras
Foolish with the monsters
In Cali with my Shastas
Rest in Peace to Pop Smoke
Fuck off with that peace sign
Somber life so dream-like
Blood on me, no east side
Full of Fables, Aesop
Fool to fable, asap
Days seem so much longer
Praying to that ALLAH
Arm, leg, leg, arm, head
Armed with lead, off with their head then
Witches like Suspiria
Switching up appearances
Staring in the mirror again
Peering in
Disappear with my feelings then
Staring at the ceiling fan
Listen to My Medicine
My medicine
It’s my medicine
My medicine
Gimme my medicine
Gimme my medicine
Gimme my medicine
Gimme, gimme my medicine
about
"27" by Poignant is a two track EP created as a Master Study of the late XXXTentacion and Pop Smoke. Poignant is an artist who pulls from his love of classical literature, hip hop ranging from Memphis legends such as Three 6 Mafia to underground artists like Aesop Rock, and philosophy. "27" is titled after Poignant's age, the cult status death club known as the "27 club", and a tribute to the late XXXTentacion album "17". The album came as a step too far into apathy, depression, and melancholy as Poignant uses his voice in dreary ways to express emotions we all tend to become trapped by.
credits
released November 3, 2020
Written, mixed, and mastered by Poignant (Logan Hodge)
Production from the great CapsCtrl and Balance Cooper
Thank you credits go to my late grandmothers (Christine & Evelyn), late Uncle (Dennis), my father-figure (Shannon), my family & friends, Cutty's Hayden Creek Resort, Austin, Brak, Madison, Justin, Dakota, and everyone I so greatly love. I am grateful for all of your presences in my life.
Soul-searching hip-hop from this Florida rapper, with lyrics that dig deep and take an unflinching look at life’s questions. Bandcamp New & Notable May 1, 2023
