You Dont Know Me Please Respect My Taste and my life, don’t disrespect me. and Shut your pie-hole. You don’t f*cking know me, so shut the f*ck up. 😊 That’s what I want. Stoop down to my level; rise to my words. Share my thoughts; we are all created equal 😊 ----------- ----------- ----------- ----------- ----------- ----------- ----------- ----------- ----------- You don’t know me, where I’m from, or anything about me. My streets are a dull grey, coated with yesterday’s hope.The sun casts a hazy shadow; my mood remains dour. You don’t know me, so don’t tell me what I should do. You have no idea of my shitty existence or the crap I have to deal with every fucking day. Walk with me. Walk, in my shoes, then tell me what you think. I take my life in my own two hands when I walk out my door. There ain’t no cops to protect me. When I walk down the street, nobody says shit to me. No hello, no friggin wave — nothing. They couldn’t give a shit about me or the stinking ground I walk on, Grow the fuck up. Grow the fuck up. My life has no bright yellows or vivid blues-only grey. My surroundings are hollow, yellow-eyed, like a diseased liver, lukewarm, never hot, My glitter has fallen to the ground, tarnished, washed down the gutter by broken fire hydrants. Please don’t be disrespectful. THANKS .
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