Initially I saw a honeymoon phase project
But my mind drifts and wanders
And so this quickly turned into a me project
My process is unpredictable, the script keeps changing
Sticking to a themed album is too restricting
It all has to make sense, it's supposed to be structured
From intro, to outro, down to the last verse, hook and chorus
But how do you tell a hyperactive mind to tick all the boxes?
What if my boxes are not there?
What then?
I'm a sexual being and I proudly embrace it
I'm chemically imbalanced but that won't disgrace me
I love myself enough to know that no one can replace me
I love others too, even when they won't take it
I'm a mother to someone
But I'm also a mother to the world
Because what I teach her, the world will take in
The world will reap what I sow to my child
The human mind is rich in all its complexities
Making it beautiful to deconstruct
In all its faults, in all its tender moments
So while I nitpick at myself
You're the audience to my methods