Where do you come from?
Where do you come from?
I come from love and hippie flowers.
I come from vegan splendidness and juicy carrots in the morning.
I come from Motown record shops and sweet smelling black man's hair.
I come from boogie town,
Vistro.
I come from wholesome fields of dandelions.
I come from years of abuse and misunderstandings.
I come from lopsided parents trying to get straight again.
I come from blues both figuratively and seriously.
I come from shady dark corners on a dim lit street.
Tucked in a ball,
Wearing wet pants sitting on cement.
I come from turtles in the ocean trying to make their way through tidal waves.
I come from ancient wisdom of turtle knowing.
I come from slowly built pieces anchoring my feet in the ground.
I come from love displaced and misplaced.
I come from tyrannous father figure territory and old history of dominance and hissing.
I come from black black time,
Dark black times.
I come from the year 2001 which is where life really began for me.
I come from a sordid past,
A tattered and torn history.
I come from misuse and abuse.
I come from decor that dressed my father as Santa.
I come from the land of pretend and no mother.
I come from orphan land,
The ones on the fringes trying to find their way in again.
I come from marijuana.
I come from joy and giggles.
I come from the world of make-believe.
I come from the joy of make-believe.
I come from all of that.
I come from that.
I really do come from that.
I come from nature's call to nature's last call.
I come from humility and artistry.
I come from the painting itself.
I come from whale clobbering where things were unbearable.
I come from grace and religion,
Priest and nun.
I come from diluted water and fresh ocean springs.
I come from native origins and a lot of hurt.
I come from pain,
So much pain.
I come from waste and renewal.
I come from hiding places,
Many of them in between worlds.
I come from etobicoke condominiums where hiding was my life.
I come from lockdown.
I come from hiding who I was.
I come from being silenced.
I come from fear.
I come from the garbage truck and I come from a lost land that I'm reclaiming.
I come from itchy,
Fuzzy pajamas.
I come from wet sheets.
I come from muppetry.
I come from mere passion where making faces saved my life.
I come from betrayal and dormant suffering.
I come from a long line of losers and broken hearts.
I come from hospital beds and booster shots.
That's where I come from.
