"What's de real reasons? You can'ts seriouslies care abouts us as much as you does. Dats is de shits de fans does. You knows us."
He scowled. "I hates liars." His voice dipped lower in that sentence, and stayed that tone as he followed up with, "You does more dan takes care of us, Charles. You lookeds after us as childs when I still is was young. I knows on de facts dat you ams more dan just dat guy with de moneys and de smarts. You..." He stopped himself and shook his head, running his hand through his hair.
"Ja." He looked at Charles once more. "I has uh... wrotes on a songs. For everyones. Dey is all gots de song I writes for dem. De only person I couldn'ts writes a songs about was you. You ams... vury hard to understands. All technicals, no heart, no truths. Your songs would be hard to markets. And is vury hard to writes."