Stay Trippy Little Hippie

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