what do i have except a mission
that won’t come to fruition
til i’m put in a position to be blissin’?
so listen here,
to all my fears
and open your ears to the beat.
i’ve seen defeat beneath my feet.
i’m the concrete that defeats your deceit.
you can flee or be on fleek
but you’ll never know what it’s like to leak heat…
to be seated at the throne of hell
and thrown on the ward North Bel,
and broken
catatonic, catatonic
drink your tonic and your gin
it’s all a sin
catatonic catatonic
you’re on that shit
so let’s begin again.
i am not gonna stop telling my story until you really fucking hear me…
hear ye here ye,
we have glee of gold
while the universe unfolds our souls.
i’m just another non-binary trans man
feeling undersold while getting old.
so put your hate on hold
and tell me the story of you.
was it true blue or made of the blues?
could i walk a mile in your shoes?
do you know why fools fall in love?
will i ever be free?
the last question is a priority to me.
or is it?
who could throw a fit better than me?
if you wanna go far and travel to the next star
and not have the limitation of cars,
then be truly bizarre!
take out your inner freak
and let them speak.
the beak is back
and it’s under attack
but my shit is only wack
when your shit lacks.
so how about that?
