All this shit I write;
All these pictures I draw.
Some of it fiction;
Some of it real.

Why can't you fucking realize this?

Not everything is real.
Not all the words are meant to be heard.
Some of it's for you,
not me.
Why call the therapist?

Why can't people fucking see
that some of this stuff I write isn't reality?!

I write fiction.
I write facts.
I can write the words that'll whoop your ass.
Tell me I'm fucked up.
Tell me I'm wrong.
Stick me in a box,
and I'ma fuck you up.

Why can't you fucking see
I didn’t write this for me?!

This one goes out to all you poets,
who really know how to bring it.
This one goes out to all you writers,
who write of the reality
of our fucked up society.

Why can't they fucking see
we don't sing for you!

This one goes out to every artist,
who knows how to show all sides
of this fucked up equation called life.
This one's for all the poets,
who write for our friends.

Why can't you fucking see
I didn't write this one for me?!

Why can't you fucking understand,
I'm taking a stand for those who can't?

This one goes out to every artist
who brings words for those who can't find them.
This one's for the poets and writers
who know how to give a voice to those who can not speak.
This one's for the singers
who give volume to those who can't be heard.

How can you fucking know
the reality of our voice,
when you don't understand the reality of our words?!

This one's for all you fuckers
who think you know it.
This one's for all you assholes
who can’t seem to see
that I wrote this for thee;
To make you see
that we don't always write for us.
I'll kick you in the nuts,
if you think you can best us.
This is for you stupid people
that can't see through the words,
and hear the words.

Why the fuck can't you hear?
Why the fuck can't you see?
I didn't write this one about me!
This time...
it's about you.

This is for you,
because you think I'm so fucked
because I have the guts
to speak these words;
The words that'll put you in your place.
We're true artists,
asshole,
get over it.
We bring the light to the dark,
and the dark to the light.
We show you fucks the reality of society;
We show you what we go threw
to be true.
Unlike you,
we aiint the foo.
We artists
don't just write for us;
We write for those who don't have a voice.
We write to those who can’t find the words.

Why can't you fucking see it;
the truth that's right there in front of you!?

All you stupid fucks,
who really don't give a fuck;
We're the ones who really care,
so don't act like you want us to share.
We give them a voice.
We give them words.
We give them hope.
We help them survive.
We're artists,
so don't tell us we're fucked up.
You're the one who's fucked up;
You can't understand us!

Why can't you fucking understand
I wrote this one for you?!

To try to help you see the truth,
the reality in our words;
Know this,
before you look;
This is my book,
and my pages aren't for you.
My words are for those who need it most;
My voice is for those who can hear it;
My soul is for those who need support

Why can't you fucking therapists and psychologists see
that we artists don't need to get our hears examined
just because of these words we’re writing?!

This is for all the stupid shits
who think you know all
I don't know all,
but at least I can admit it.
Can you?
This is for all you fucks
who think our words are just a voice that needs help shutting up,
I got two words for you:

Fuck you!

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i know its long, but::shrug::, oh well

its a piece of shit, aint it?