Once upon a time, I was rhyming,
Slyly with my words. Bad timing.
Tie me to the ground. I'm useless.
Pry me from the mound. I'm new to this.
Who's this Latina trans girl on the mic?
Cuteness. High femme. What's there not to like?
Use this advice: stop and take a breather.
Teacher, my pronouns are she/her.
Reverb! The song is getting deeper.
Jeepers creepers! How can I believe her?
Either you're with me or shifty.
My life is heavy so lift me.
My strife is messy so bless me
Give me love, address me and test me.
Y’all think you know what I'm about.
You ain't met me! So come and find out.
I've been reppin’ Springfield 413
My whole life, Forest Park, chillin’ in the streets
Raised as a boy in a Rican band,
I pulled a Mulan. I had to be a man.
With the swiftness, you can cry me a river.
You can be scared but my problems are bigger.
People get weird but the fact of the matter
is that I matter. Equal rights, yo! That's my plight.
I get tight. These lines are reeling
The lives that I've saved with these feelings that I'm feeling
The love that I bleed. The mouths that I feed.
I plead with the inner me: I need
a chance to chant, entrancing trans,
A genderbend and blend of women spending bens, sugar’s feeling bitter.
Sweet stuff’s gotta get tough. People gotta get love. To give love.
People gotta get some. To give some.
And some of that’s been mine. I'm so done.
If you see me hit the bar, let me in.
If you see me in the car, let it spin.
If you see me through a stall, let me pee.
If you see me at all, let me be!
I'm always free, dawg! To be the woman that I am.
I still get glazed before I go ham.
I'm bacon, stakin’ bars on a little hope.
That y’all think my trans rap is dope
Don't come at me with your grade school biology.
The World Health Organization’s proud of me.
And they got certifications. How 'bout you?
I got all of the patience. Nothing new.
I love rap, but the fans don't think I should.
“I better never catch her hanging out in my hood.”
Terrible. Yet I know it very well.
It happened in my hometown. Can't you tell?
I was beat in the streets, my feet defeated.
Competin’ heated. ¡Lo vi el mil vez!
Ayo ma! Estoy nerviosa.
I'm usually a social mariposa.
People think I'm a threat when I don't stop.
They always see my Tourette's. ¡Mira loca!
We gotta do something. We gotta do it.
We gotta do something. We gotta do it.
We better do something. We gettin’ to it.
Before I gotta bounce, let's get hoppin’ to it!
Pop through it. You don't need to bag me.
Check me out when the haters wanna drag me.
No doubt. I always got your back, see?
I'll take the wheel. We’ll leave Jesus in the backseat!
Oh Lord! I think you get the picture.
Just in case, come and take a selfie with her.
What a waste if you don't even give me dap.
“I'm so bored. I just wanna see a man rap!”
Yap, yap. I got you in my sand trap.
You're too grown to be acting like you're kidnapped.
I'm too blown to be lighting up your squadron.
Go home if you really think I bombed this.
I'm so toxic. I'm a jaundice
curse. You say I'm a chick but I see your jaw
hurts. Your teeth clench. I know you can't gaze
upon this. Get on the bench if your tummy’s
All nauseous! If you're ready to get on this
Turn up. Now you're ready for a promise.
One day, I will stand on a pedestal
And make room for the people lower on the totem pole.