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Verse 1 - Donnie Numeric:
Definitions stressing,
What really makes a man,
Take away the physical,
Define what you can,
Men are miserable,
Born into the setup,
Of having a much bigger wallet,
Than the next bredda,
Cars and jewellery,
That tom foolery,
On moments on self refection,
We're like "who are we?",
End up hating yourself,
Moving on someone else's dream,
I was born dyslexic,
An I in my team,
I got an eye it beams,
And moves above others,
My whole head is a weapon,
So call me Scott Summers,
I walk amongst packs,
The ones that love gassing,
And have to be the first to splurge,
Out on the fashion,
My brother's Dad's lost,
He treats my Mother wrong,
How should I react,
In fact fists are drawn,
Does that make me a man,
Do cowards talk it out,
Should I respect my mum's wishes,
And close my mouth
Verse 2 - Seraphym
The definition of a Woman in a magazine,
Big breasts,
Small waist,
It's all that we have seen,
Brainwashed and confused by what is really true,
The ideology that your body is the making of you,
Physical appearance,
What the media portray,
Almost as though intelligence don't have a part to play,
Why are we advertised that like objects on a shelf,
It's like a rat race,
Competing not to be yourself,
Under so much stresses and pressure to look good,
Make up becomes a mask,
Make sure it never lasts,
But ladies we need to embrace our natural beauty,
We're not defined by our facial features or our booty,
I'm ambitious, educated and sophisticated,
Won't let anyone put a label on me,
Or a rating,
Gonna rise above the critics,
Be all I can be,
Unashamed and proud,
I'm gonna love me for me
Verse 3 - Donnie Numeric:
They say that being a man,
Is when you have kids,
They don't talk about staying,
They playing that trick,
And young men are forced,
To grow up too quick,
Cause generals count loses,
When the morgue fits,
Is it relevant,
Based on intelligence,
Or is it about expressing the 5th element,
But thats a sign of weakness,
Catching sight of my penis,
Or the length of loving,
Look how handy he is,
Do you settle debts,
Down to the last penny,
Are you the respectable,
Fella that everyone envies,
Do you walk humble,
And reject the jungle,
Where animals ravage,
With alcohol and fumble,
In dark ally ways,
Fridays to Saturdays,
Guys thinking they're He-man,
It's the sadder days,
And it ricochets,
Hope is my reliant,
I step away from fickle ways,
I'm dropping science
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Verse 1:
Definitions stressing,
What really makes a man,
Take away the physical,
Define what you can,
Men are miserable,
Born into the setup,
Of having a much bigger wallet,
Than the next bredda,
Cars and jewellery,
That tom foolery,
On moments on self refection,
We're like "who are we?",
End up hating yourself,
Moving on someone else's dream,
I was born dyslexic,
An I in my team,
I got an eye it beams,
And moves above others,
My whole head is a weapon,
So call me Scott Summers,
I walk amongst packs,
The ones that love gassing,
And have to be the first to splurge,
Out on the fashion,
My brother's Dad's lost,
He treats my Mother wrong,
How should I react,
In fact fists are drawn,
Does that make me a man,
Do cowards talk it out,
Should I respect my mum's wishes,
And close my mouth
Verse 2:
They say that being a man,
Is when you have kids,
They don't talk about staying,
They playing that trick,
And young men are forced,
To grow up too quick,
Cause generals count loses,
When the morgue fits,
Is it relevant,
Based on intelligence,
Or is it about expressing the 5th element,
But thats a sign of weakness,
Catching sight of my penis,
Or the length of loving,
Look how handy he is,
Do you settle debts,
Down to the last penny,
Are you the respectable,
Fella that everyone envies,
Do you walk humble,
And reject the jungle,
Where animals ravage,
With alcohol and fumble,
In dark ally ways,
Fridays to Saturdays,
Guys thinking they're He-man,
It's the sadder days,
And it ricochets,
Hope is my reliant,
I step away from fickle ways,
I'm dropping science
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