Ticket

They tell me what they think they want me to hear,
But the things they say ignite and burn off my ear
They seem to think they know my face,
But come to find I live in a different place.

They come closer to me just to push me down.
I look back and smile because things are different now.
And when I call them out they keel over with their self-righteous denial,
Because nobody does wrong but my faults are booked and filed

They like what they see but respect gets old fast.
I can see it through their grins and questions asked.
They laugh at what I fear in my own insecurities.
As I try to be the better man to the best of my abilities.

And all it takes for me is a simple phrase.
But who has time for good communication these days?
Hurt seems to be their only option with their blades drawn.
Times like these are the times I'm glad that I remain strong.

If you got a problem, open a ticket please
Fitful as the rest yet I can flow with ease.
But if you can help it, lose the deception.
And I'll give you my utmost discretion.

This rhyme's not for everyone but the chosen few.
The few and the proud and the used and the new.
They mess with me like I have something to prove.
But I have my music and I'm always on the move.