Hate Me (feat. Patrick Cash) [Edit]

I've been thinkin' a lot lately about hatin'

What eats at the heart of hate?

Because you know, I hate people every day

I hate tourists on Oxford Street

I hate children on the tube

And I hate slow walkers stoppin' me gettin' to my train

I wanna grab their faces, say with all that rages

"Get out of my fuckin' way"

But I don't, because I know my hatred is a ghost

It's a quick-flicked switch, a brief-lit wick

It's a fake shade of hate

Just a frustration of place

I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm not a saint

I dislike a fair few people

But that's not the same as hating

That's not the same as wantin' to stamp on their faces

Haters always gonna hate, they say

And in some places, if you ain't got hatred, you ain't got status

So let's play with the face of hate

Hate me for a moment

Hate everything I am

Hate me

Hate me because I am different to you

Hate my words and my brothers too

Hate me for my body

That ends at my fingertips

Hate my skin, my pigmentation

Hate me for the sensations I share with another in bed

Hate me for my private moments

Hate the tears I've shed and the hopes I've shared

Hate my thoughts and fears and dreams

Hate the man I might yet be

Then take your hate away and make it something great

Nurture your hatred

Feed it and mould it like clay

Stoke at its embers until its coals glow red

Sculpt it like glass bein' blown

Till it fits the shape of your soul

And hate will heat you in the cold

Hate will be there when you're alone

(When you're alone)

When you're alone

And at this point, I'll speak of the crimes of hate

I scream at a woman in a magazine

Of a woman in Iran stoned because she was raped

(Stoned because she was raped)

And, yes, this poem is about hate crime

But it's also about why

It's about Cameroon, Uganda, and Russia

It's about a neighbor hating another

Men deciding on abortion rights

And Europe losing the right wing fight

(The right wing fights)

It's about LGBT

It's about immigrants

It's about antisemitism in Hungary

And Pegida rising in Germany

It's about Orlando

It's about invading mosques

It's about a jungle in Calais

Another black boy shot on the streets in the USA

It's lookin' at the human race

That sometimes seems consumed

And wasted by hatred

And standin' up to that

And sayin' "I am not afraid"

Hate me