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Sell/pawn mixer Do laundry With soap And bleach Get website up and running Print posters, more business cards Do something decent with my hair New clothes, maybe? lol nvm that's not enough… It's good coffee. As I promised Promises are often broken Sounds like poetry. You wrote it. *sighs heavily* C'cxell— Johnny. I'm going to need you to do something for me. But I've already done so much. This is important. [she senses his sencerity and seriousness] Oh. Johnny Depp is in this. Of course he is. What is it? Wake up. …wake up what? You are in a very deep state of sleep, CC. *sighs deeply* I know that. [beat] Because that's where you are. Wake up, please This is lucidity, Johnny — I dream as I please. I we planning on running, It's funny, But honestly Stop following me It's not fun anymore Fame is just gang stalking When you got no moneys And nobody to hold you Nothing to show for The shows that you're not booking And stop looking st apartments We got you Right we're we want you: Homeless! I don't like running— The fights coming Flights of states Or staring at nothing Just blaring my song I like my body But love Sonny or something So I fake status And wear glasses And make passes as women, Like I'm into em or something, But sorry, I'm a woman Or at least, I was supposed to be Supposedly I have another appointment If I show up early Maybe it could belong to me I'm only worried about the ground floor Cause loud motorists seem to follow me And my synesthesia Trying to end me I don't feel good at all Wish I didn't feel anything actually Wish I could end the simulation And every other theory that called me a monkey I evolved from aliens—an extraterrestrial Celestial from the wreckage of a comet and a monster at the start of the first Star Wars I got stories, but in New York You gotta pay for em I like Murray hill But of course it's on the 4th floor Right where I belong In a psyche ward Cause I can't afford nothin the world wants And I'm done for Not too long ago all I wanted was an apartment and a surfboard Now I'm stuck in a rut in my country on the wrong side of the race war in world war 4 Cause the third was so under the rug You missed it with your mask on And vax cards You think that's hard ? I get carded are bars And I'm 30 The top 40s the 120 and under club Mid twenties If this is your niche I'm not in your clique I should get running But honestly I'm awful I hate weekends I haven't been working And everything dirty Can't find a worth in the world I just want money or nothing Cause nothing is better than Nothing and nothing Nothing and nothing And nothing Nothing I'm not sorry I'll stop at the pawn shop and sell you my soul for a couple of dollars So I can do laundry You ducking con I'm fuckin gone in the morning but don't worry I'll keep working and thinking I'm lucky And clicking and liking and scrolling And biking through the city on my bite size salary Counting my calories until a Valerie can validate me maybe But she hates me cause she's Asian or Caucasian And there's a orvking order to this things And I'm the worst Cause I'm black, but I'm not funny or kissing up to somebody m or mixed enough to make me pretty, So really the world is shitty And I'm invisible to millionaires and heiresss Who charish this But only if I change my name to Becky Honestly I hate this gym, But it's maintaining The illusion of my movement into Elitism Just please kill me Competing isn't for me And the whole thing is a dick measurement If my clitoris is big enough I guess I could compete in the special Olympics If science is physics It's as lost to me as mathematics is I'm just an addict Let the sabotage begin The comparison of the Kerr t light skinned Pinned against the shitty misfit Fuck it then I should move closer to Brooklyn bridge “I only need this for 5 minutes” Now I'm in love with two apartments One has a washer dryer but it's at the bottom The other had a line before I even got there, But I saw the studio apartment had a bathroom And I loved that; I could look at it like this— One is Dillon, The other's Sonny I'd take either of em honestly But might not be good enough for either of them, What a conundrum in a thunsderstorm And winter's comin up Nobody loves me And I got nowhere to live, huh The laundry's in the bottom of it— Of the street level, I repeat My synesthesias killing me But so are these Bad genes And she's pretty From NC— The most racist place I've ever been But not seen The whole country's got it like a desiese Even me It's contagious as covid 19 With no vaccine You can't always get what you want But you get what you need And I need out of queens I'm fine working— But you gotta pay the transportation fees (And feed me ) Do you really love him? He whispered in my head I said, I love music— So really what's the difference. What's the difference in a passion and an occupation, anyway Well, honestly, I'll look the other way if you can answer that As quickly as I asked I'm just attracted to magnets And man with bad habits I'd cut off my left leg Just to be less than 120 For Sonny And really, I'd bleach my hair eyes and skin Over and over again Just to be close to Dillon And for Joel A whole not a nothin By the time I got to him I had to end and sever my connection to the infinite And get into the rhythm of the menacing to women coalition Also known as DJs A -Z And everybody in the music scene But hey, if I cop a body Without rising to stardom So that anyone would want me, I'll be standing in the VIP dancing badly and offbeat which you won't notice Cause I'm wearing pasties and a bikini And you're dreaming of being in me As your sets beginning and ending And if I'm blonde and hot enough As smart as I am We'll elope in a private ceremony Then throw a party grandiose For our closest friends and enemies Cause either is probably concentric Meaning It's as good as it gets, once it gets there, Over when it's over and —I forget what I had drifted into, anyway, but something like It ends when it it ends And we're rich and famous So what's the difference We'll have a few kids and Prep them in the media for competition With the kardashians And after all that, You'll dump me for a model half my age And with less complexion and complexity And I'm back to the attic or basement Wherever the music is, Confused and using the muse that I need jest started with The occultus technology Or just the occult, Superstardom's hard, —but I don't even have a car, God Hey, I don't hate you cause you're white! I hate you cause the guys I like Like you! Maybe that's my karma, Cause if I was a dude, I'd see me and be like “ew” There are too few humans Unconsumed by the zoom movement— Which reminds me, Imm trying to do it, too Maybe take an interview in the bathroom Had to be in Manhattan by two The studio has two rooms— A studio and a studio— Cool, huh I'll sleep in the living room, And that's where I make music, And use the bathroom. Whatever feels right to you But nothing feels right— I'm in a bad mood My skin isn't light And my mind ain't right I'm a bad dude I need food, But shouldn't eat sugar Or cookies: Look at me— I'm hideous, aren't I? Never the wiser Imm only behind her by a mile or 5 But that's Eliza, for you. Keep your eyes off the white guys, And try harder But why lie I'm a flight risk A fighter A fire starter And I can sleep on the floor for a while At least I don't have to hide my eyes when This light skin strides in when I was just in my alignment Lost track of the time and tried to figure Why my figure's so wide when Guys I like like then And black guys give smiles and throw tantrums at the same time But I don't mind it That's how my son gets Envious, I belong to the world, And not him Now I'm just short of a mile And missing a child But imm in the system Why drag him in? He's a light skin with nice eyes And inherited violence Let's hope it skips a generation Cause if I die, and he hits his wife Then I failed to break the cycle But his dad is right I'm a psycho High on my throne Imm an idol But when I'm low I'm just homeless With no hope Call it bi-polar but I don't know her But if I did I'd probably owe her a dollar Move over psychology Welcome to poverty and policy reform With no consideration for the slaves and ingigenous —they're trapping us But I tapped in to the grand aceme of things And shifted my perception into prosperous My eye on the dollar I trust, Cause it sees all of us All we are Lalalala Hahaha I'm just getting started I think I might build a whole world up Just to demolish it When does college start? I wanna be a doctor, Not a starving artist looking at awhile foods market Like a hungry dog With under covers watching Imm just trying to survive, man {Enter The Multiverse} [Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.