Being a man is more than being tough
With a gun strapped to your chest lookin' like you're bout to get rough
It's more than the look in your eyes and the edge of your jaw
Than hands bandaged, knuckles bloodied and raw
To be a man or not to be a man
It's not as easy as I think, therefore I am
And to all of those who call themselves men and then go home to beat their own kin
I wish your father had worn a condiment
Oh did I say condiment, I meant a condom ON it
I don't mean to be speaking about hot dogs that in ketchup are drowned
But these idiots who claim to walk in the light when really they're stuck in the dark getting bogged down
Just make me sick to my stomach like undercooked meat
And they make me want to bury them 600 feet
Below ground because what you know now is that one day there's gonna be a showdown
Because whatever goes around comes around
And that fist you threw will come back and haunt you
When your hands lay on the bars of which they'll taunt you
You'll realize you were never a man but a boy in disguise and your guise was just a body of lies and that your son's cries that ended up leading to your final demise were his mother's greatest prize because now all she has to worry about are the flies that will circle over your corpse as it lies in the chair after the lethal injection is projected into your bloodstream and then you hear a scream of pure joy because now she and her son can live their lives that had once only been comprised of fear and pain but now are open to surprise and are no longer compromised by their family ties but yet they're still traumatized by the death of their sister and daughter who's face was cauterized right before their very eyes.
Being a man is not being a beater but a teacher
And for a father the least you can do is to come through
When your kid needs you
Because one day they'll stop asking for you if they know your word is never true.
Be there and be fair.
Be a man because the real ones are rare.
