Hate On Me by Jill Scott
If I could give you the world, on a silver platter
Would it even matter, you’d still be mad at me,
If I could find in all this a dozen roses which I would to give you,you’d still be miserable.
In reality, I’m gone be who I be
And I don’t feel no faults, for all the lies that you bought.
You can try as you may, break me down but I say
Tthat it ain’t up to you. Gone and do what you do.
Hate on me Hater, now or later, cause I’m gonna do me, you’ll be mad baby.
(Go head and hate) go head and hate on me hater I’m not afraid of
What I’ve got I paid for, you can hate on me.
Ohh If I gave you peaches outta my own garden
And I made you a peach cobbler, would you slap me out’
What if I gave you diamonds outta my own wound,
Would you feel the love in that or ask why not the moon’
If I gave you sanity for the whole of humanity.
Have all the solutions for the pain and pollution.
No matter where I live, despite the things I give.
You’ll always be this way, so go head and hate
You can not hate on me cause my mind is free.
Feel my destiny, so shall it be
You cannot hate!