Told ole girl that I’d rather live in Seattle Where it rains everyday, I can live in my mattress With oil pastels I would sit and just practice Then live in Japan Then live in my ashes Where were you, On the floor of Aunty Amma’s? Death turned my father into a new broken promise Living in the suburb baby we still houseless Born in the hood I was destined to be a masochist My ex was an activist But with a 9 in due time I’ll show you what active is like Lean but baby i sip tea there ain’t no act in this Come and act this out I thought sex was love cause I learned from the TV My pain stay alive like It plays for The Bee Gees I’m Not born to serve like my name’s Waluigi (In fact) I lead the court like I’m Williams Serena He like boobs buns eyes and ears She like suns moons rising and Venus I wish we all had some common ground between us I’m bad at connecting like a Bluetooth speaker I still Make attempts, And I party like I’m paid to do it I’m such a clown you never knew that I was genius? Life turned to graphic novel you can’t just read this Protagonists protesting problems Just to beat this I’d rather be in Seattle Where it’s raining Ain’t no personas Nothing to chase there I’ll move to Seattle See the Space Needle Move to Seattle Where it’s raining Put it on the ring on my finger Spend days breaking down Off Little shit like Jenga Love me cause my last name Mensah With no attention Love me like how Black loves Wednesday Addams Crazy when I caught a fever living in my cabin Crazy like my brothers it’s been weed shrooms and acid Crazy when my father passed i only felt passive Crazy when a man you who looks like you abandons you They see it like Courage Really it’s just crazy **** living with a burden Really I was patient but I’m sick of feeling worthless Really I’m just speaking from the heart like McClurkin Mom and grandma taught gospel when I talked to God things got more hostile When I talked to God we was houseless and robbed then When I talked to God we all ended up in hospitals Who’s playing God Who’s in your room with you when you all alone Who’s the one who’s pulling on the strings all along Who’s the one you crying on when the day is long Who’s the one who said Amen praying for your mom Who was cooking food when depression made you starve Who was skipping meals when indulging made you barf Talking to myself I was here from the start baby I’d rather be in Seattle Where it’s raining Ain’t no personas Nothing to chase there I’ll move to Seattle See the Space Needle Move to Seattle Where it’s raining