What's the point in taking others shit
Chuck did that to my own
He took every first line of the poetry I wrote
Combined them and called it his own

What did that teach me except that other people steal
Not just the material I would own but also my ideas
There was no profit from my voice
Just stolen from me like I had no choice

At the time I did not think it was funny
And I still don't think it now
And I've seen enough to know I made alot of people money
But I wasn't born on a farm and I'm not a cow

So why do I want some migrant picker
Just working over me
Stealing all the fruits of my hard earned labor
To send on home to his own family

My own family goes with out
And Doctors take extra money
And when you said that shit
I really didn't think it was funny

You know my brother worked with migrants
And he could slit anybodies throat
He could get it done for less
Because he used illegals to float his boat

I should have known he'd do the same to me
Because he did it to his family more
He lived like some big fucking king
While his family scraped crumbs off the floor

I know he's going to die lonely
Because of the way he treated all those who came before
He only thought of himself only
And there will be no one to walk him to deaths door

But that's how I learned to love
To over look what he was not
And to learn this lesson was quite a chore
But it was a lesson that will never be forgot