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 fuck 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.