Originally Posted by
OG Maestro
Life's a roller coaster, and I'm lost for the ride
Everyday my faith waves like it's tossed at the tide
Welcome to the belly of the beast; a monster inside
Haven't ate for days, no food for the thoughts on my mind
Malnourished, and weak. I can't flourish and speak
Tunnel vision an obelisk, where it blurs at the peak
Can't see the end or the beginning of my condition
Nutrition never gets better, I still crash; suffer and my mother is wishing,
Personally I think the roller coaster concept is a bit cliched and done at this point. However, you don't lose points on flow cus' you definitely have it! Digging the word-smithing/play there on the second line. Powerful concept, every day her faith is wavering. Losing strength. The ocean imagery is a nice touch, and the image of a monster that doesn't eat except for eating itself I suppose. Anorexia is self destructive after all.
That I become a Christian, while handing me a slice of bread--
This is the last supper.
I attempt to sleep with a twisted cinematic version of Wallace & Gromit
Counting sheep, but the numbers on the scale begin the solace of vomit
Simple and sleek, nimble and meek -- I look out the window, and heap...
My true fear lies deep...just a gut feeling, a secret that I no longer keep
Follow me.
Christian imagery with the last supper, I like that. Solace of vomit, jesus that's pretty strong right there. Restless, can't sleep... That disorder, this sense of self hatred for the body and a number on a scale. Last supper is an interesting choice to. It's the last day before death pretty much, so you got me intrigued there OG.
My eyes: Skull & Bones; my life: a movie so tragic: a.k, a Cult Classic
But with lies too drastic, my Seven Deadly Sins are Seven Blind Mice
Looking in a mirror made of plastic I attempt to define sight's,
Illusion: there's an elephant in the room that I try to find; vice,
of a Model-
Skull & Bones. That death visual, that's something you'd see o na medical able. And then you snap me in with that line right there at the end... "Illusion: there's an elephant in the room" What a cool way to flip that saying around to fit the concept and the picture topic. Elephant in the room, elephant in the mirror but that elephant isn't there. It's an illusion. Could twist that around too, the real elephant is the truth of her condition.
Molded by the keen eye of the public reflected upon the television:
Beauty's definition: Photoshop demolition, 'sharecropped' recognition
And I want no piece of this hellish prison, yet here I am popping pills
Please don't stop the thrills. 90210 greed, I want to rock the hills
Rocking heels, that make my feet bleed but...
But all cross Twitter's pages, they gon' love this
Every Instagram model agent, they gon' love this.
I'm everybody's muhfuckin' Favorite, they gon' love this.
I'm every body's favorite but my body? I hate it. I don't love this.
Popular culture and social media. I like bringing Beverly Hills into this as the stereotypical image of a glorious life of beauty and dresses and heels and parties. But it's not all that it seems, is it? No, definitely not. Everybody's favorite, except herself. Except her own body that despises all of it.
So please Pay Attention,
Cause my poor nutrition can't afford it. I need a piece of your wealth.
This serves as my pension,
My soul food. And every night I go without, I eat at myself.
Wonder who is meant to pay attention. Herself? Someone else? She calling out for help... I like the ambiguity of that in its own right. Eating at her own self.