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Listen...
I want YOU to listen to the loud silence.
YOU haven't been able to here it
because YOUr soul swims in the water with violence.

My livid emotions are barking at YOU.
Barking at the way YOU come at me.
YOU walk in guns cocked,
eyes exhibiting evil
YOU're words beating my face
I regret the steps I take in your place.

Violence is your art
YOU thrive on tearing beauty apart.

The jabs where YOUr hand feels like a mallet,
paint uncanny hues from the black and blue pallet.
On my brown canvas YOU add dashes of a fine crimson red.
From my chest to my neck to the top of my forehead.

YOU've got my heart dancing in a frenzy of frustration,
little armies in my head wait in anticipation.
They are on the defense CODE RED confrontation.
They feel my brown canvas quivering with agitation.

YOU...YOU...YOU!

YOU tried to take "me" from myself
YOU tried to claim "me" for selfish wealth
YOU put my picture up to bring me down
but all it left was a fast frown.
because I'M here living and living quite well
YOU're back home in hell...

Downtown, in cell B6.
Where you belong with all those other dicks.

Listen...
I want YOU to listen to the loud silence.
YOU can hear it now...behind those bars.
Now YOU're the one that fears YOUr old friend, violence.