Sell Out

Sell out
Yeah I sell out.
and at a sold out arena,
I spit my verses without rehearsal
and when I spit
I feel my queer spirit thrusting out from jutting hips.

And it's like a deep breath
When I inhale everything I see
and exhale slowly from my lips.

And the words would circulate through my heart
and out through my fingertips
when I put pen to paper.

Sometimes my life will flash before my eyes
uninvited memories raping my mind.
And the truth in myself I am forced to see .
Before I can spit for you
I have to spit for me.
Before I can show you the truth
I've got to get rid of my lies.
open my eyes
and realize, the woman
I have to be.
While I try to live up to my legacy
I've got to push that much harder to fulfill this lyrical prophecy.