My family, the media, society And growing up in the ghettos of California Trained to believe that if you’re man, Especially if you’re a dark skinned black man That you can’t cry, or feel hurt by anything Because we men have no: heart, emotions, a soul, No brain or anything painful that should be talked about
And if you decided to go against the taboo then you’re: Gay, stupid, sensitive they say’s you are a female/***** I spent many years conforming to this unrealistic law That I know not to shed a tear unless s I’m alone Or my struggles are so overwhelming that I don’t have the strength to fight any longer Without getting some baggage off my chest
But ***** it life is too short to act like Pinocchio And I’m a ******* real boy ****** So I’m grabbing a red can of gasoline, And brown blow torch And I’m burning this fictional script And rewriting a story with some supportive guidelines
I cry when I talk/pray to God I cry when I laugh too much or when I’m happy I cry when someone that I care about dies Or if they’re in pain and the situation is out of my control I cry when I see a father & son on TV Or in real life bonding with each other I cry when I watch the seen from the movie ghost When Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore are embraced Between each other while they’re trying mold potter On a spinning wheel and it falls down because they start kissing That **** was both **** and romantic at the same time
I cry because it helps me: stay out of prison/jail, I live longer; it teaches me that it’s ok to be a tough guy And be vulnerable at the same time, But most of all it gives me the strength to stay away From relationships where I’m being abused Or I’m abusing the other person
It’s the country of freedom of speech Some homosexual male, bisexual Or lesbian can get married Men and women can choose to change Their *** to what makes them feel good Don’t tell me live and let live When the rich can steal from The poor & middle class And make it legal under The guidelines of capitalism We can have a black president
So don’t tell me that this is the land of the free But a man can’t express his feelings Don’t patronize me into believing that the world has more: Love, power, respect, happiness than God does for us Because that’s some hypocritical, double standard ******* I’m not just talking about me or minorities And I’m not limiting it to what *** you’re I’m speaking for what is right compared to what we are told It needs to change because it’s not helping anybody.