The poem
I stay humble because I don't need the fucking show,
I know exactly who I am, and the right people know.
But some mistake quiet for somebody they can test,
then look confused as hell when I stop giving my best.
I don't bark all day just to prove I can bite,
I don't need an audience to tell me when I'm right.
But push too far, get slick, mistake kindness for weak,
and you'll meet the side of me I rarely let speak.
I can be decent and still draw a hard fucking line,
I can wish you well and still remove you from mine.
So don't let my calm make you stupid or brave-
I'm humble, not harmless.
Remember that before you misbehave.
The design
Comfort Colors® 1717, with the Editorial design printed on the front.