"Ego (I Can't Breathe)", a Performance Piece

Can somebody open
up a window
up in here?

I can't breathe.

Your ego...

Pushing on me
Pulling on me
Shining on me
Beating on me
Grinding on me
Sidelining me

Please.

Your ego...

Open up a window baby
I can't breathe.

It's the
way that you
think the
whole world owes you
tribute, your
ego...

Ooh... listen...
I can't breathe.

Your pomposity...
wraps itself around my neck and it
squeezes...
freezes me
seizes me
please free me
obviously
I am
too low to be
worthy, your
ego...

I'mma leave early.
I can't breathe.

It's the way
you feel
you must prove
you are
superior.

Nobody
got time to
behave
that much
inferior.

And to think I tried to...
and to think I tried
proves I
should go, your
ego...

Look how much better things could be!
I can't breathe!

If you'd
stop now and reflect
in the retrospect
you'd know your
obnoxious
bragadocity
shows out to the crowd
like a bad spray tan, we
know you didn't hit the bay man
you a fake man
we need a break man from your
ego...

And you're beautiful but baby,
I can't breathe.

Your top swag
is a
sugar rimmed margarita,
sweet taste, late high,
big drag, tall glass,
ego...

And you know I can't keep drinking!
I can't breathe.

In the
universe
there is
still not enough
room here
for the
two of us, your
ego...

I'm leaving boo!
I can't breathe here.

Too much
I'm the man
See me I'm the man
in your atmosphere.

Sorry.

-T. D. James-Moss