Fuck You

Paroles

JUSTIFIED [Verse 1] You think your actions are justified? You think you’re reasonable folks? Walking around, talking the talk, What a bunch of jokes. Now you’re blaming me for shit I didn’t do, All because I wouldn’t bow down to you. You liked my backbone holding up your weight, But when I stood up straight, you called it hate. Like I haven’t fought for validation my entire life, Swallowed my truths just to keep things polite. Now it’s a shock that I’m willing to fight? You don’t get to hurt me, then tell me to be nice. [Chorus] Justified? Tell me how you justify Dragging my name just to polish your lies. You want my silence, you want your pride, You want an apology for how I survived. Well, here’s my answer, no disguise: I’m fucking angry, and I know why. You don’t have to like the fire in my eyes. I won’t call your actions justified. [Verse 2] My silence was never compliance, get that straight. I kept giving yall chances; you kept adding weight. Thought I’d keep carrying it, swallowing the strain, Then act fucking grateful when you handed me the blame. Used me for my skills, my time, my perks, Then turned around and dragged my name through the dirt. Did you think I’d spend my life proving my worth To the same damn people who kept moving the terms? You loved what I could do, not what I had to say. Loved an open calendar, hated hearing “no, not today.” Funny how my usefulness could earn me some respect, But asking for it back was somehow asking for a cheque. [Chorus] Justified? Tell me how you justify Dragging my name just to polish your lies. You want my silence, you want your pride, You want an apology for how I survived. Well, here’s my answer, no disguise: I’m fucking angry, and I know why. You don’t have to like the fire in my eyes. I won’t call your actions justified. [Bridge, spoken] And no, I don’t fucking miss. Miss y’all. Miss the dysfunction. Miss rehearsing every sentence Before another conversation Where your version of “peace” Required my cooperation. I spent years trying to find the words That wouldn’t set you off. Turns out you understood me fine. You just didn’t like being told to stop. [Verse 3] I won’t keep pretending we’re on the same page, When you skip your own lines and underline my rage. Overestimate your wisdom, call ignorance bliss, Then play confused when I get specific. I’ve got a “but” for every bullshit explanation, An “and” for every missing piece of information. Since you hate my tone, here’s a little conjunction: You can call yourselves good AND still cause dysfunction. I can love who you were AND refuse what you do. I can know my own faults WITHOUT taking yours too. You can talk all you want about how much I’ve changed, But I’m done answering every time you call me a name. [Final Chorus] Justified? Tell me how you justify Needing me small so you can stand high. You wanted silence. I’ve got a voice. You wanted compliance. I’ve got a choice. I’m fucking angry, and I know why. I’ve got more to do than defend my life. Keep your excuses. I’ll keep my spine. You don’t get the final word this time. [Outro, spoken] My silence was never compliance. Get that straight. I finally stopped asking permission To say what I needed to say.