Social Misandry
Look what they do to our men
No helping hand
For those who fight their wars
They push us all to the edge
And don't give a damn
About how we feel inside
Why do we keep these feelings inside if we know that they hurt
We can't acknowledge what the problem is until we disperse
I'm writing this verse, fighting this generational curse
The silence is worse, than trying to decide if to burst
Tell me
What is the point of me showing you how I feel
If you won't listen that this problem is real
I'm kinda fed up with this stigma
If I really try to show who I am
It makes me weaker, or it somehow makes me less of a man
Look what they do to our men
No helping hand
For those who fight their wars
They push us all to the edge
And don't give a damn
About how we feel inside
Since the beginning
The hypocrisy was fed into our everyday life
Somebody tell me the difference between a good and bad guy
One looks after his family, one abandons his wife
Many suffer without speaking and then end their own life
The suicide rate for us is nearly triple or twice
A woman's average, we mask how we feel cause we might
Get made fun of, or ridiculed for being too soft
A boys life is meaningless unless we work our ass off
Look what they do to our men
No helping hand
For those who fight their wars
They push us all to the edge
And don't give a damn
About how we feel inside