Parts of me want to be good,
not equal to me being bad
But I always feel misunderstood,
for being this sort of sad
Never what I planned,
thinking with age I'd be a man
But I'm still stuck in boyhood.

Boys being boys,
boy I wish that was always true
State of employ,
working on myself, hoping this works out
Finding myself without a clue,
not a chaser of clout
Maybe because I prefer to be silent
that all my demons seem loud.

To scared to grow,
even if it was for a pair
Would the good fruits show
going against the Peers,
Pressure on me for it,
trying to act different from the rest of the kids.

End of line!

Manhood calling on the other dial
Ringing in my head,
you should be well invested in the future
Sorry though,
I seem to have lost some interest
Man tells me I'm nothing without culture,
but hate to be known for cliché customs
Be a hot head,
volcanic to opinions erupting
But I don't think I'm good to rupture.

More I've been told,
less big boys in the world crying
To your emotions
put them always on hold.
No, I won't.

End of line!

Here's a call to the conversation,
I'll speak my preferred tone
Say if I'm down,
I shouldn't be afraid to admit I'm alone
Despite the occasion,
it's less eventful of me faking a frown.
Even with a grey cloud,
no reign of power
Determines how I'm feeling now.

A boy still at heart,
with a man deep in my soul
Carrying a spear
of the sharpness of his mind
It points out my often wild side,
As is the Spirit of tame,
coming full circle to be whole.
I take all of what makes me man,
gladly I do claim.
Loud as mountains could hear,
hear me acclaim.