They talk to me

On the bus

On the street

On the train

When I'm waiting on the bench

For my thoughts

To coagulate

And I wish I was more like the cactus

Just look, don't touch

Don't follow me, don't bother me, don't holler at me

But I'm drowned out by the sound of two voices saying three

When I don't have the luxury of making a scene

And I'm drowned out by the sirens and the violence they bring

When I don't have the luxury of making a scene

They ask for me

To apologize

For tripping on their shoes

Have you tried not sticking them out in aisle?

I can only walk-in

This small portion

They ask me where I'm from

Or what my tattoo means

Or where I am going

All dressed up like that

And I wish I was more like the raven

I could call out their shit

Don't complain to me, explain to me, tell me what I need

But I'm drowned out by the sound of two voices saying three

When I don't have the luxury of making a scene

And I'm drowned out by the sirens and the violence they bring

When I don't have the luxury of making a scene

And I

Trust no man

To tell me

How the world

Really is

I trust no man

To tell me

How the world

Really is

And I'm hearing all the men talk of male philosophies

And I listen as the men in suits legislate my body

And I just listen cause the men, they don't

They don't listen to me

Cause I don't have the luxury of

I don't have the luxury of

I don't have the luxury of making a scene