Dear Men

Been hearing complaints that there ain't good men around
This men are trash thing, it's becoming trendy now
Really feeling like all our men are lost
But what's even worse is
I don't think we understand that all these things are taught
But who're we learning from
Who's really teaching son
Maybe the better question is who's really teaching sons
You see, while you're on your 9 to 5
Jimmy's home alone just feeding on Lucifer's lies
Then you act surprised
When he don't know how to treat a woman
How to keep a woman
When you never taught him to respect a woman
Never taught him to only use his hands to protect a woman
Now he's out here thinking its odd to have a single woman
But um, you never showed him how to love on 'em
How to kiss on 'em
How to make sure he never lay a fist on 'em
You never showed him how to treat his Mrs like a queen
Or maybe Jimmy's just a reflection of what he's seen

Maybe Jimmy's just a reflection of where he's been
Maybe Jimmy's just a reflection of everything
That he learned stuck behind the scenes
Taking notes on what it means to be a man from one who's never been
Maybe Jimmy's just an expression of silent screams
Wondering how he can be a man that he's never seen
Damn, now Jimmy's 23
And he's still stuck wondering what being a man really means
See you might see him as a moment of pleasure that bore regret
Or just a ripple effect of casual sex
But maybe Jimmy's also a by-product of your neglect
And utter lack of regard for anybody but yourself

Luh

This problem is bigger
Bigger than sipping on liquor
Bigger than idolising criminal figures
Bigger than chasing after women on tinder
Living for nothing but pleasure
Thinking it's normal, you've got to see the bigger picture
We're out of control 'cause we don't honour God no more
So full of lust that we don't recognise love no more
So full of greed that we don't know how to provide no more
So full of pride that we ain't sure if we can cry no more
So broken that we ain't sure of our design no more
So abusive, we can't see when we've crossed the line no more
So lost that we can't guide no more
Talking baby mama drama 'cause we don't wanna raise a child no more
I know your father only knew how not to spare the rod
Made you scared of him but he never taught you the fear of God
He never knew how to guide so he just improvised
Told you a couple half truths and then a ton of lies
See we were made to lead now we just smash and leave
Cast our seed and stupidly think we'll never reap
But it all comes back in full circle
And when it does it ain't goin' be funny, no Steve Urkel
That's real

See we were made to lead now we just smash and leave
Cast our seed and stupidly think we'll never reap
See we were made to lead now we just smash and leave
Cast our seed and stupidly think we'll never reap
See we were made to lead now we just smash and leave
Cast our seed and stupidly think we'll never reap
But it all comes back in full circle
And when it does it ain't goin' be funny, no Steve Urkel