What You Know
What You Know (7/3/2007)
I’m not a mother fucking mind reader, but I can see inside
I can hear the thoughts you think when you think that I am blind
On the edge down in your mind, I’m amazed at what I find
When my back is turned away, the only time you show that side
But I stand soaked in my pride, fuck every one left standing
Don’t feed me your generics while you’re practicing back stabbing
If you have something worth sharing, spill it on the table
Lock your jaw in place and let every word stand stable
I’m a hot head bastard who never shows much patience
Snapping on a whim and in every situation
This here’s a demonstration is what every one will say
Why does he have to say it and say it in that way?
Well, I’m honest and direct, I hate the sugar padding
Don’t judge me for not pandering to your misunderstanding
I won’t back off from a fight when I get to use my wording
How is it that my straight approach can be so damn unnerving?
Then I sit inside my room and I bake beneath the monitor
A geek in every way and he’ll never have a shot at her
A singletary loser with nothing to exhibit
Perhaps a little crazy by a stretch if you could flip it
But I wish that you would zip it and shut it and just listen
I’m not the kind of guy who denies just what is missing
I know that I am distant and keep me to myself
But you only see a fraction of the picture and it’s wealth
I’m not a mother fucking mind reader, I don’t need to see inside
Every thing you whisper gets to me in all due time
The funny thing you don’t get is that every thing I am
Is every thing you think you know and never understand
Cause right here where I stand, is where I find contentment
I’ll make a move when needed, I’ll bask in my resentment
I’m not one to contend with the images you’ve painted
But don’t ever think you really know me and all my faces
Notes: People see one side of me and think they know me. It’s amazing how one slipped joke can really change things.
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