Off the Map

Well you might not see my face on your social network page
My flyers ain’t posted on the wall
Them radio stations ain’t showing me no love
No matter how much my mama calls

I came into my hometown and to them was not received
Small town politics, they pick and choose
And the folks I used to pick with seem to look the other way
They’re getting paid and I still pay my dues

That’s alright, that’s okay, you can write me off and pray I’ll fade away
I’m holding on to what I get, I ain’t fell off the map just yet

Well old Amelia Earhart went down in Bermuda
They say Atlantis sunk beneath the sea
And the first folks down in Roanoke just seemed to up and leave
With the only clue written on a tree

You can say that I will be the next to vanish in the smoke
You can say that I will share the same old fate
While I might be down, I sure ain’t out, I’m just wainting on my day
Yeah, I’ll be there, just might be a little late

That’s alright, that’s okay, you can write me off and pray I’ll fade away
I’m holding on to what I get, I ain’t fell off the map just yet

Well most of y’all are focussed on winning them awards
And I’m right here working on my sound
Me and the boys have got a record that’ll blow your freaking mind
Yeah, I think some things are ‘bout to turn around

That’s alright, that’s okay, you can write me off and pray I’ll fade away
I’m holding on to what I get, I ain’t fell off the map just yet

Written by Jordan Allen, Daddy Bellwether Publishing