Spit. It. Out.
I get told a lot.
Words juggling around in my mouth.
Spit. It. Out.
But I don't know what I'm trying to say.
I want to scream.
Yell.
But I can't.
Because my mouth isn't forming what I'm thinking
No matter how hard I try.
And my body is rejecting any type of signal
To show my feelings.

I b**** at you?
Ya wanna fight?
I can't control my words.
My mouth.
My feelings.
I don't want to scream,
But I will.
Spit. It. Out.
Are you sorry now I did.
Cause I am.

And you'll tell me I'm wrong
Whether I say it or not cause that's what you do.
I'm used to it.
Just don't expect me
To spit out respect.