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Make Me (Samuel Jones-Bastrop, LA)


For some reason,
You're under the impression,
Taking all the credit,
Telling all who'd listen,
That you made who I am today.

Well,
I may be under forty,
But when it comes to confrontation,
I'm Old School.

So,
Call me an orthodontist,
'Cause I'm here
To straighten some things out, see

You,
Did not make me.

You say
That with my success
You were instrumental.
When really,
You were just a guitar pick.

You like to think that
You gave me a
Platform for attention
When all of these people
Can already see me.

You seem to truly believe
That my terra cotta form
Is the result
Of you scooping up some clay
And patting your hands together. No,

You
Did not make me.

You did not
Lay down
With my father
Approximately nine months before
February 24, 1991.

So don't you ever again
Cheat me
By suggesting that
I didn't have to
Suffer
In order to learn
The lessons
That led me to

Know better,
Do better,
Be better,
Have better!

So for now on
You need to
Act like
You knew me
Before today, because

You,
YOU,
Did not make me!

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