In white land I'm a man and in brown land I'm an object
My skin color makes me a target
of push and pull
and scavengers rummaging through my pockets
I'm a queen, I'm a queen, I'm an object

I was good
I was honestly
Probably
The best
And you know that
Deep deep
In your soul
You know that

You ask me what I did before
I don't know
I wrote and sold
I cried
I fought alot
I yelled
I didn't spend my time waiting around
for people as small as you
But what can I do
I can't help it
I've lost the plot

The couch, so soft
My foot is stuck
Between the pillows
You forgot to fluff

He's always screaming at me,
he often takes my peace of mind,
he drives me up the wall,
yet he's one of a kind.

He's my partner in crime,
we use telepathy to save each other.
He's my strong wall,
my dear little annoying brother.