Yo, listen
uh, listen
Why are men so weak?
I aint got the answer
Any boy could bust a nut
Takes a man to be a father
And a partner
Especially young and poor makes it harder
So we fuck and flee, the glee of dicks harder
See, every man wanna be loved as much as women do
But we are men, who we gonna admit it to?
Especially in the streets where we pose like a killer do
When we say that...that go for our sisters too
And I aint sayin i'm perfect, far from it
Chauvinistic pig but shit i'm working on it
From the day I woke up and realised that I hated women
Which is dumb, cause I was only raised with women
I aint sayin they're perfect they would admit they aint
But they aint doin 99 percent of the rape
Male supremacy got us thinking its cool
And women are just objects we do things to

This is a message to my little sisters
Growing up in this world with no father figures
Deep down need that love from a man
So she get it any way that she can
Yo, this is a message to my little brothers
Growing up in this cold world with only mothers
Trying your hardest to be a man
Gettin the gram, feed the fam only way you can

Most mothers acted exactly like most daddies do
There will be an even bigger bigger bag of..
Runnin the streets, feelin unloved
How many so called thugs that grew up with only mums?
What if daddy stayed around, showed what a man's about?
What if he wasn't eight when he became the man of the house?
Where would he be now?
Disciplined, smarter
Mums wouldn't have kicked him out for looking just like a partner
Instead when she glanced at her son
Its a reminder of the beatings that he gave her
How he mentally enslaved her
All the while he was abusin
She looked at him like a saviour
But nobody but herself could save her
And now her eldest son in and out of prison and women like his daddy
And daughter 15, dropping a baby on the family

This is a message to my little sisters
Growing up in this world with no father figures
Deep down needing love from a man
So she get it any way that she can
Yo, this is a message to my little brothers
Growing up in this cold world with only mothers
Trying your hardest to be a man
Get the grams, feed the fam only way you can

Listen, what about the daughters?
We always hear about the boys madness
What about the girls born to a dad absent?
Told her she was the princess
Him and mummy fell out, ever since then quickly just lost interest
On, to the next piece of skirt with a thin dress
Odd, the lessons we learnt we don't send less
We leave daughters just because we can
And she after any affection she can have in a man
Same type of girl, we turn and call her slag
Aint sayin I never did it i'm just sayin its mad
Cos cuz been 15 and suicidal sad
I don't know what it was, maybe I miss my dad
All the things I never had making me mad
In a world that says you don't have, your basically bad
If we have half the parents are we half the person?
And has it always been like this?
Is it the curse of men?
But then again even if they stay together
I don't know its necessarily better
If they're at each others throats or just plain ignore
Parents they fuck you up, they do that's for sure
Then we grow up and we turn out just like you
The question is can we break the cycle?