You Don't Know; It Hurts You

What you don't know does hurt you,
Your ignorance is bliss.
You don't know what challenge is,
This phone barely rings,
You sit in your office like a queen in a castle,
Thinking you are some shit,
Ruling the land saying,
"Look at me, look at me."
"I work hard!"
"I do good!"
"Look at all I go through"
"The struggle is real"
Well let me tell you... you ain't shit.
And your struggle isn't real.
I rarely got to sit in peace,
Pee in peace,
Let alone eat in peace.
There is no peace when Kamira is around.
Talking your ear off,
Wearing you down.
Or G threatening to hit you,
Wanting to go to the hospital,
Or Lita running on the freeway,
Beating the shit out of you,
Or the kids hopping over the fence,
As you fall on your ass chasing them,
Filing a missing persons report,
Waiting for CHP,
Or CAT,
Or arguing with the motherfucking CMPD!
Restraining kids,
And bleeding as a result.
Pulling over on a busy street,
Getting spit on,
Punched in the face,
Broken sunglasses,
$550 down the drain.
Being cursed at,
"BITCH!"
Yelled at,
"LEAVE ME ALONE!"
When you aren't allowed to do that.
Might as well have put a target on your back.
What I'm trying to say is...
Walk a mile in my shoes,
Then tell me your job is hard.
Then tell me it's a busy day.
Oh wait you'd cry trying,
You'd die trying,
No you'd never complain again!
Because this shit is a walk in the park,
A piece cake.
I could do it with my eyes closed,
Oh wait! There's nothing to do!
What you don't know does hurt you,
Your clients,
Your staff,
And me!
So just fuck off,
And STFU!