Women
It's because you haven't met a real man (Boys will be boys)
Just shut up (Boys don't like it when girls...)
What's the matter sweetie, too much man for you?
(But what was she wearing?)
What you have to understand... (Make him think he's the smartest)
Why don't you just calm down? (You know how men are)
Give us a smile, honey! (Who else will love me?)
You're imagining things (You're right, I'm acting crazy)
Don't be such a bitch (It means he liiikes you)
It's because you haven't met a real man (Boys will be boys)
Just shut up (Boys don't like it when girls...)
What's the matter sweetie, too much man for you?
(But what was she wearing?)
What you have to understand... (Make him think)
It means he liiikes you
It means he liiikes you
It means he
Why do I look at me and see you?
Why do I find myself beneath truth?
Who am I?
Who are you to say
What I am, what I'm not
Of what I am afraid?
With your eyes, I see me
I look imperfect, no need be
Left to see with no devices
The glasses don't fit because they're not our eyes
They won't let me, respect me
Respect the things I do
They don't see me unless I kneel
Down in a pew
Or under a desk
It's part of a test
God help this mess
Part of the game
Their power grows strong in shame
Let me in
Rescue the moth from the flame
I don't buy it, never did
But we all know the pain
It runs our veins
It starts as kids
I'm not mad
I'm providing context
For the world that I left
Like Ari, 'Thank you, next,'
There's so much to see when we create the streets
No conditionally
Subliminally
Criminally
Insert here, marketability -
A palpable excuse for accountability
What's the difference?
It's felt alphabetically
Minus alpha, plus beta, multiplied by delta, theta
I bet that we
Find our step and peace
And in peace we find and laugh and search and we
Like it better
Act smarter
Walk taller
Think harder
With our sons and daughters
As women, sisters, friends, and mothers
And me plus you defines ourselves at rest
In motion, in traffic
In speech and protest
Hear the words in our soul, because we know it's our own
We may not agree
But that's the sound of coming home
Just shut up (Boys don't like it when girls...)
What's the matter sweetie, too much man for you?
(But what was she wearing?)
What you have to understand... (Make him think he's the smartest)
Why don't you just calm down? (You know how men are)
Give us a smile, honey! (Who else will love me?)
You're imagining things (You're right, I'm acting crazy)
Don't be such a bitch (It means he liiikes you)
It's because you haven't met a real man (Boys will be boys)
Just shut up (Boys don't like it when girls...)
What's the matter sweetie, too much man for you?
(But what was she wearing?)
What you have to understand... (Make him think)
It means he liiikes you
It means he liiikes you
It means he
Why do I look at me and see you?
Why do I find myself beneath truth?
Who am I?
Who are you to say
What I am, what I'm not
Of what I am afraid?
With your eyes, I see me
I look imperfect, no need be
Left to see with no devices
The glasses don't fit because they're not our eyes
They won't let me, respect me
Respect the things I do
They don't see me unless I kneel
Down in a pew
Or under a desk
It's part of a test
God help this mess
Part of the game
Their power grows strong in shame
Let me in
Rescue the moth from the flame
I don't buy it, never did
But we all know the pain
It runs our veins
It starts as kids
I'm not mad
I'm providing context
For the world that I left
Like Ari, 'Thank you, next,'
There's so much to see when we create the streets
No conditionally
Subliminally
Criminally
Insert here, marketability -
A palpable excuse for accountability
What's the difference?
It's felt alphabetically
Minus alpha, plus beta, multiplied by delta, theta
I bet that we
Find our step and peace
And in peace we find and laugh and search and we
Like it better
Act smarter
Walk taller
Think harder
With our sons and daughters
As women, sisters, friends, and mothers
And me plus you defines ourselves at rest
In motion, in traffic
In speech and protest
Hear the words in our soul, because we know it's our own
We may not agree
But that's the sound of coming home
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