On my soul, I will do my best
to always treat you with you
utmost love and respect.
And I need you to know
that the work that I make
is not to offend, it’s to stretch -
your understanding of you,
my conception of me,
you and me together
this existence of we. You see,
I have a question I will die trying to answer:
Where do I end and does the world begin?
Do you feel me while I‘m here,
when I’m gone will it matter?
If you are not well, I am not well.
Remember, we‘re all in this together.
So you can hate me or love me,
judge me or hug me,
shoot me or f*ck me,
or all the above,
but the truth of it is - at the end of the day -
all that I am is what you see in the flesh.
I’d wear my heart on my sleeve,
but since I don’t have a shirt
I’ll bare my soul to the world on my chest.
I’m not out here in public, naked, for fun.
There is a message - a point.
This is rebirth!
I’m throwing it back to ‘91
when I first entered the world without my pants on.
I’ve been I sent from heaven,
I am an angel a saint,
but I know the devil well - I’d be lying if I d’aint.
So give me your middle fingers, or please
send me a kiss.
No matter how you feel, or how I feel,
I make this promise - that I will obsess
over my responsibility as an artist
to always speak truth.
I know there will be people
who point and call me evil.
They will reference my bravado;
they will criticize my ego.
But I could only truly love you
if I first learned to love myself,
so I spent time wearing spaghetti
and I finally am ready,
because I know my inner beauty
is my greatest form of wealth.
My life is a coat of many colors.
Every day I wake is like a different type of flower,
so I making this bouquet,
an assemblage of my days,
and I’m gifting you these flowers,
while y’all can still smell ‘em.
On my soul, I will do my best
to always treat you with you
utmost love and respect.