Bumpy from DADBOD by Brooke Burgess

Oh my child, well I know that things ain’t easy...
but I am on the road with you
And I know we’ll make it through...
It’s true.

From the first day, put me on the hard way
Slippin’ all the shadows of a karma that I gotta pay
meth-mom chronicles, didn’t really miss her
til five foster homes, and a throwaway sister
smacked by a Chevy on the eve o' turning seven
astrologically they said I was supposed to go Heaven
I declined. You think I’m outta my mind?
I am cut from other cloth
it’s the Bodhisattva kind
Understanding...even when I’m so demanding,
’cause this life is full of suffering
no matter what you’re planning
and the only way to make it is compassion —
empathy for others even in their evil action
every soul is climbing blind up the Ladder, man
terrified of falling as they pray to God they matter,
and the Truth is that we’re living in confusion:
ignorance and ego at the root of our delusion

I’ve been there son, busy bee chasing honey
Used to pollinate the flowers,
then I gave ‘em all my money
Rags to riches to rags, it’s all bullshit
Be an Avatar instead and do the air-bending shit
Not like me, cuz I'm Zuko in the Fire nation
Driven by Desire and creative masturbation
made a show about holography and spiritual biology
certified approval — Tom Cruise Scientology
Had the fantasies, destroying all my enemies
believing that a life of fame
would always be a friend to me
Studio city with the television pitches —
venti mocha frap, downward dog yoga bitches
then the agent who deceived me sent me out for TV
had a deal at HBO and Survivor said they need me
PTSD, but now I’m doin’ super fine
and you can ask Jeff Probst about
Season 39

Used to say my life is Charlie Brown’s football
a promise leads to hope
and then you run and take a big fall
there were honestly so many days
that I surrendered
to the notion I’m a failure
to the planet and my gender
I’m alive and at your service out of habit,
‘cause I dropped the brass ring
more damn times than I could grab it
Was the next-big-thing, but now I’m dumpy
Lost my smile, went from sunny-side to grumpy
So, next time you bitch
‘cause your soup is gettin' lumpy
Let me remind you, son —
The road we on is bumpy.

Bumpy.

Oh my child, I know that it ain’t easy...
but I am on the road with you
And I know we’ll make it through...
It’s true.

• 90s
• A Tribe Called Quest
• Broken Saints
• Buddhism
• Hip-Hop
• Kids
• LA
• Pop Rock
• Rock
• alternative
• mos def
• oldschool
• rap
• singer-songwriter
• Annapolis Royal