Wait, I'ma do this in my RuPaul voice
Roman The Writer
What advice do you have for
11 year old Joshua Ke'Vonne?
Hahaha

My little flower child
Let your soles your meet the green grass
Close your eyes and walk a mile
Keep your blood away from broken glass
How I'd love to watch you stay a while
And follow your ruby red petal path
Find your god in your own style
Stay Trippy Little Hippie, that's that on that!
(That's that on that!)

Yuh!
Don't ever think you ain't tough
Don't ever let the bullies beat you down
So much that you wanna give up
Yuh! Yuh!
Don't ever get into drugs
Don't ever let the peer pressure
Of illegal medicine get in ya lungs
Yuh! Yuh!
Don't ever fall outta love
Don't ever let wolves lookin like sheep
Come and wreak havoc on your trust
Yuh! Yuh!
Don't ever move in a rush
Don't ever feel like you gotta
Be the bigger person and settle the dust
Yuh! Yuh!
Try to avoid whatever you feel is poison
If it doesn't bring you joy
Don't let it destroy you
Only accept what is for you
All of your fortune
Will arrive from familiar sources
If the load is too heavy, then carry a portion
But don't ever forfeit
Learn a lesson from the stress and value what's important
God made you black and queer for a reason, Ke'Vonne
God made you blossom in the coldest of seasons, Ke'Vonne
Your talent will be abundant and bless the ones who receive
So make your favorite music and take it easy, Ke'Vonne
So I decided to ride my bike to McDonald's
And then ride my bike to the park
Eat my breakfast-
Eat my breakfast, read, get on my tablet, and whatever

I just left the Earthbound Trading Company
Bought myself some crystals and a wide brim
Hoping that these 2XL's fit me
A cool collection of pages made of papyrus
Birthstone over the chest bone
Pretty mood ring replacing diamonds
Woodstock top in the darker shade
Allow the outside to match to inside
Which means I gotta ditch the buffalo plaid
I let that pattern represent when I was muddled and mad
I can't act like it was nothing, I can't run from the past
Instead I choose to make a garden from the suffering at last
Let my tears be the raindrops that nurture the dirt
Encourage the birth of roses as they spurt from the Earth
I learned from the worst, and now I put the personal first
Disturbed the cursed, and now there's much more worth in my words

Ahh, that was sick, alright
That's a really…that's a really nice way to end that

You're treating yourself better now
Do you see that in the voice that using to express yourself
In like a lyrical point of view?
Yeah, that last album Flora Fauna was sort of the end of the "Poor Me" type narrative
I think I'm done with that now
Um, I've been in years and years of therapy
And essentially you just gotta accept who you are
And that's the end of it