I try to be subtle writing this.......

I tried being humble the best I ever could
I live a hard-knock life, yet you knock on wood
I don't know why you think I'm so beside myself; give a fuck less
I'm just another brotha misunderstood none-the-less but.....
Good gracious, you sorely testing my time and patience
I can only be me myself partna, why ya'll so audacious
I ....evaluated my mind telling myself B-Y you really need patience
But it's not patience I'm lacking...ya'll simply hating
Yet, you say my train of thought is an understatement
I just write my life, with the pen as my lethal weapon
But tell me who woulda thought
I could touch so many lives in 270-plus scribes...but I
Ain't going no where, so partna I-don't-care
If you get mad, be upset or give that ice-grillin stare
Ya'll the ones throwing your dirty laundry up in the air
But fuck it....
I can't help if my personality is so damn rare
I write in so many views, yet people don't have a clue
Giving ya a piece of my different styles, but don't confuse it as soft
I can leave Ghetto Soul and pick up where-i-left-off
I sigh at this issue because there's too many fucking issues
So excuse my french when I say"Stop fucking crying and here... take the FUCKING TISSUE