Dad Bod

Still here with my bad flaws
Still battle with depression like anybody
I ain't writing a sad song
I ain't asking for your sympathy
I don't know how
I'd rather get mad on long as
Niggas know that I'm real baby
And they know that when I have problems
I could deal with it like a real man
All solo like the band gone.
Lack of empathy is interesting,
They never really taught us how to handle
Intricacy of emotions
And now when we open to women we lack thoughts.
Dissonance enters in and in the end
We take the person who we hand hold with
As someone to put our hands on
That don't make you to a man strong
But niggas swear they had the pants on
And niggas swear the want submissive women but don't never really have a plan for em
Keep the chip away from shoulders with leadership if you are in the command forward
Is gay to hope that my dick big
Cuz that's the measure of a man going rate
Homophobic yet we so enclosed
In the box of to be man
For a day is notable that you are so exposed to the toxins
They are ample
I know the rage
And misquotes in the podcasts but a sample
I could show you pain,
In the listeners of those who go with Tate
Cuz this nigga gave em a new sorta place
That's an echo chamber for emotions
And an affirmation to earn and to procreate nothing more
Growing incels
Cuz of padlocks on our inner selves
It's a scam yall
But I'm just a man with a dad bod
With a DAD BOD