Fuck You Pay Me

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JUSTIFIED [Verse 1] You think your actions are justified? You think you’re reasonable folks? Walking around, talking the talk, Y’all a bunch of fake, pretentious jokes. Blaming me for shit I didn’t do, Dragging my name ’cause I wouldn’t bow to you. You liked my backbone holding all your weight, But when I stood up straight, you called it hate. “You’ve got problems! Stop verbally abusing me!” Welcome to what I grew up with. Bitch, please. I’ve fought for validation all my life, Swallowed my truths to stay sweet and polite. Now it’s a shock that I’m willing to fight? You don’t get to hurt me, then tell me to play 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. I won’t comply. Here’s my final answer. Go on, lock it in: Fuck you! I’m angry. Go show this to your friends. But show them your words before you show them mine. Don’t edit out your part to make yourself look right. Let’s see whose actions they call justified. [Verse 2] My silence was never compliance, get that straight. I kept giving chances; you kept adding weight. All the bullshit, all the lies, All the things we weren’t supposed to recognise. Thought I’d keep carrying it, swallowing the strain, Called me ungrateful when I wouldn’t take 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 When nothing I could give you ever seemed to work? You loved what I could do, not what I had to say, Loved the free access, hated “No, not today.” [Verse 3] Who wouldn’t find it frustrating, Jumping through hoops for the truth? Explaining the same damn question, Then explaining it again to you. Here I am fighting misinformation, Trying to set the record straight. Every answer takes another chase, Another reason I should wait. You say I’ve got it wrong? Then show me the fucking mistake. Give me something I can check, Not another accusation to take. Sifting through y’all’s bullshit, Through the changing explanations, Trying to separate the facts From your vindictive insinuations. I’m willing to be corrected. Are you willing to be clear? Because “You don’t understand” Is getting fucking old to hear. I don’t know what your game plan is, Or what you think you’ll get from this. But after everything it’s taken, I won’t fucking forget this. [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. 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] I don’t miss the lying. Being expected to kiss your ass Through all the fucking dysfunction. I’m not attending another fake luncheon, Passing plates while we pretend Nobody remembers what happened. I don’t miss rehearsing every sentence Before another conversation Where your version of “peace” Required my cooperation. I spent years finding words That wouldn’t set you off. Turns out you understood me fine. You didn’t like being told to stop. Now I have to ask again, Follow up again, Explain what I mean again, While you tell people I won’t let things go. Give me a straight answer. Something more than your word That your last word wasn’t a lie. [Verse 4] We’re clearly not reading the same damn page, You skip your own lines and underline my rage. So sure you know better, so quick to dismiss, Then suddenly 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 faults WITHOUT taking yours too. I can own where I went too far, own what I said, Without pretending the rest was all in my head. Talk all you want about how much I’ve changed. I’m done defending myself whenever I’m named. If I’m missing something, bring it into the light. I’m prepared to be wrong. Are you prepared to get it right? [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. I don’t know what your game plan is, But I know what it’s cost to live through this. Shrug it off, pretend, dismiss. I won’t fucking forget this. [Outro, spoken] My silence was never compliance. Get that straight. I stopped asking permission To say what I needed to say. And if I’m wrong? Show me. I’ve been asking.