Fine balance
When I open the door
It’s my atlas
I’ll give you a tour

Red, black
The colors of war
les miserables
what you fighting for?

split up my mind
a bed, a drawer
place inside what I find
curve ‘round to the core

color of blood
the price of freedom
desires flood
but no one can see ‘em

Everything I do, I do it for the crown
I do it for the microphone, I do it for the crowd
I’ll always be royal, Lord!
at least in this place where I place
all things tidy, disgrace in a case

it’s a blueprint for movement
it’s a proven illusion
to help with confusion
I use it, a student
I’m fluent in amusement
I’m not a pollutant
I’m trying for improvement,
a solution.

Motivate me, pygmalion
and hate me, Australian.
I’m free and in love,
privacy is so alien.

I’m like frat bros and pirates
on an all-booty diet
which consists of karats
of all shapes and sizes.

But I’m pious.
New classic ain’t classy
In fact
it’s kinda crappy
I’m planning a coup
so move over that fatty

Fatty like jelly
fatty like cheese
so bring the red wine and the music, please
Nobody knows that this is logical, though
I’m an astronomical obstacle, you’re a prodigal hoe
and you’re a comical foe
you’re pathological, snow
you’re inaudible
take a diabolical blow. Oh.

I smell some doubts
my worldview’s in the kitchen
by the sauerkraut
and it’s a sour route
this path that we’re taking
all ‘bout power and clout

And I’m sick
of norms, laws, and pressures
That tell me
that I gotta be precious
that use all these measures
that count my successes
that put me in makeup
and squeeze me in dresses

what they say to me,
it soaks through my skin
1%? no, I only drink skim
but the din, but the din!
oh, deadly sin!
oh, oh, oh it’s all starting to spin.
chagrin, chagrin,
she grin, she grin?
ohh she looks happy
she says I look thin

but that’s unhealthy for her
I fear imminent decay
trapped in suburbia,
trapped in ennui

Got my apple, took a bite, I’m obsessed
but it’s poison, Snow White, I confess.
I’m sucked into a world of illusion of inclusion
an intrusion every day between us and other humans.

my palms dripping sweat
I’m like Neo, now
it’s all a game of chess
track the rabbit down.

You brag about all of the craziest things
money, money, money, you think you’re a queen
twerking. appropriation machine
and the word “ratchet,” changed what it means

and then there’s me
tryna be an MC
female, white, and Jewish
we can probably agree

I’m a guest in this space
and no matter what I do,
there’s gonna be hate
But I remember the days
when I didn’t have to worry
sister, brother, me
flew through years in a hurry, a flurry

everything was perfect, everything was balanced
all we did was worth it, nothing was with malice
memories of summer, memories of august
fireflies, mother, safety, cautious

memories
comfort me
and feed imagination
so welcome to my fairytale
welcome to my creation