I wrote this song for everybody who is mad at somebody about their blessings.
Mostly for family, you know, cause that…that thing does happen.
So cousin so-and-so whoever you are out there: Heh heh.
–Jill Scott, on VH1 Soul
Yes, Jill, that thing does happen. And in my case, mostly with family (but not my cousins). Thank you for writing this song. In addition to helping me in my never-ending quest to find examples of the malefactive construction in English (i.e., things that happen on somebody), your song has been my mantra of the week (translation: see #6 of this post):
Hate On Me
From Jill Scott’s The Real Thing – Words and Sounds, Vol. 3
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 give to you
You’d still be miserable
In reality
I’m gonna be who I be
and I don’t feel no fault
For all the lies that you bought
You can try as you may
Break me down but I say
That it ain’t up to you
Gonna 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 on me hater
I’m not afrai-id
What I got I paid for
You can hate on me
Ooh if I gave you peaches
Out of my own garden
And I made you a peach pie
Would you slap me?
I wonder if I gave you diamonds
Out of my own womb
Would you feel the love in that?
Or ask, “why not the moon?”
If I gave you sanity
For the whole of humanity
Had all the solutions
To 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 on me hater
Now or later
‘Cause I’m gonna do me
You’ll be mad baby
Go ‘head and hate on me hater
I’m not afrai-id
What I got I paid for
You can hate on me (x2)
You cannot hate on me ’cause my mind is free, feel my destiny
..So shall it be