This is my house, I welcomed you in.
You're pissing on my rug, you need breaking in.
And these are my words, I could teach you to read,
But you won't understand this is fucking poetry.
Chorus I gave you my best, call it charity,
But maybe I guess that nothing is free.
Your would have me pay, I know jealousy,
So easily read. You wish you were me.
This is my baby you can't take her away.
A miracle baby you would have them hate.
You'll be a killer if I gave you a second thought.
But my baby is protected.
She is loved.
Don't you get it. Get it.
I gave you my best, call it charity.
But maybe I guess that nothing is free.
Your would have me pay, for just being.
I know you but you don't know shit about me.
Yeah.
This is goodbye to scent and fury.
You are a coward, cowering behind a wall.
You won't even show your face, only words on paper.
'Cause man to man you would fall.
I gave you my best, it was charity.
But maybe I guess that nothing is free.
I will never pay for just being me.
You will never know what you're missing.
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