you gotta have the right tools
for every job
so i invite
i will lean into you
and you can be the wind
i
my lipstick
jumped ship
to a styrofoam cup
with the coffee gone
the conversa
sitting in the boardroom
the i'm-so-bored room
listening to the suits
talk ab
i'm not hurting anyone
i'm just telling my truth
and if there
if
I saw on the poster
my name was printed
just a little
state trooper thinks i drive too fast
pulled me over to
i know so many white people
i mean, where do i
how come i can pick my ears
but not my nose
who
i'm still here because
i've got nothing else to do
you're an
The windows of my soul
are made of one way glass
don't
When I was four years old, they tried to test