Saturday, September 19, 2015

Easter Egg Hunts

My lyrics are a big bunch
of Easter Egg hunts
I am the White Rabbit
but I don't wear sexy sexist bunny ears
I don't attach and wiggle a cotton ball tail
Oh, no, I FIRESTART so hot you sweat tears
In mi profesore glasses
smart and such
Yeah, I'm McAslan looking at my watch
but I am not late,
Wizard McKellan exactly where and when I mean to be
I'm on time, I'm on rhyme
The female Gandalf on the beat.
Yep, period, yep, period, yep, period,
Yep.
Get it yet?
I'm hiding eggs

Red tents are where I hatch my schemes
And yeah I take it from all teams
But no little brood here, I am latex clean
Born a chick but not Chicken Little.
The sky is not falling, I AM
molting and molten
A gender fluid Phoenix Peacock
I am John, Jane and Sherlock

Blue and pink turnt to wow
Grrl to boi to "who the fuck now?"
Yeah, that's one way to get reknown
Throwing shade as I pass out
Face plant, grass stained frown

But I
Get Up
Get on Up
Get Up
Get on Up
Learnt from my go-go mother
Dancing me on her hip
Putting baby down to James Brown

Yep I've lost, I've slid, I've slipped
But, I I I LIVED
I've met and defeated IT, Derry's King Clown
Hashtag: Put a pounding down
Rotting lying sewer scum is where my genes come from
Cut family off, listen to the silence hum

Hunting seasons begun for a reason
Rapunzel has shaved, is clueless but clear
What to do? No fear.
Look for meaning among our roots, my dear...

That's one way to lose these walking blues
Diamonds on the soles of my shoes
by listening to Paul Simon's cues
I got my "physics voice" wailin'
Learnt from Ellie Arroway via Carl Sagan
Got my pride jumpstarted by riotgrrls who took no shit
Ani, Tracy, Dolly, Sinead
Bitch I'm Madonna to Hedwig

Moshing with the good old boys
Split My Lip
Headlining now
I bleed while I spit
Mic bloody, Write Bloody
Music, Fiction, Physics and Poetry,
you saved me.
I Am A Rock, you can't hurt me
But now an island lonely

So put a mic on me
Im ailin, im illin,
I need Contact
I'm not fuckin chillin
I am alone to my bones
Needing some rabble rouser voices
To help me get home.

I am a boi Queen, a grrl King
Screaming my bling
Flinging my family's priceless mings
The FIRESTARTER
So much heat I got my whole life to rise up upon
On the soles of my shoes di i i iamonds
Phoenix use the currents from the blaze to
Fly away
Like the waves you see on the black highway
Undulating and unclear?
No dear
Hot and clearing
Searing
A spicy brew of Truth
Drink that tea
To heal and
Come
home

What home?
My bro and yo never had a home
If home means safety
If home means hugs
If home means body
If home means trust
We never had a home.

Fuck this sipping quietly,
I am Spilling this damn Tea
So Sorry, But not really
How u like easter now?
That tea is hitting, pow
Better hit up Tre Melvin
See if he needs a grip or somethin
Bee Cuz, Cuz, u gotta get one,
A Grip
You are a motherless child
Your whole life- Jason Bourne
All you ever were shown was hatred and porn
You have had to teach yourself love
Your Self love
Your Self live

Love Your Self
Live Your Selves

Te quiero? No
Me quiero. Now.
Ahora, mi chica
Not later
For later you will be dead
For realz,
not just in the head or in the feelz
Suicide is painless, but getting there is torture
And each day you climb steadily, deadily Closer to Mordor
Throw the Precious Gilbert Vampire Ring,
the false-face bling
into Mount Doom
Don't throw you!

Singing Samwise BoiGrrl King!
As a child
you outshone The Shining!
Now lets live and sequel that bitch
Get to writing!

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