fact is you're a man, simply because you produce semen
your attitude has nothing to do with the size of your penis
breathin war games, and fast cars leads me to thinkin
your idea of manhood shows that you be dreamin'
and just 'cause she bleedin don't mean she should be breedin
this ignorance our kids portray leaves the strongest mamas screamin
these rituals and games we play leave us all with heavy breathin'
we need to end this schemin', cause it's our innocents payin' for what we every day be preachin'
through media means like ads displayed and magazines that we be readin'
to clothes on racks and music fads; this sickness keeps repeatin'
we play head games and make up stories to find some greater meaning
inside a fantastic fairytale life laden with poisons, spells, and treason.

just cause mama turned 16 the day she starts breast feedin'
don't mean we need to see an even younger version sleepin'
with men twice her age, and though she thinks the act means freedom
from her bondage, caged walls keep buildin' up every time she be freakin'.
But fuck she does, if just to keep some dumb boy from leavin'
like her playa daddy did the day after accidentally conceivin'
her lonely body is lain displayed as if she were the Jesus
that she faithfully pleads to each and every evenin'
we play head games and make up stories to find some greater meaning
inside a fantastic fairytale life laden with poisons, spells, and treason.

Claiming weakness as a way of life is not enough a reason
to use with me as an excuse for your selfish and carnal dealin's.
All you offer is phony bliss that was all the rage last season.
I reflect that no regrets is the simplest way of bein',
but what happened to romantic sentiments and tenderness prior to proceedin'
to rabbit habits, house like play and prenuptial agreements.
So forgive me if I won't play head games or make up lies for meanin'
cause  life is fraught with enough illness and inadequate allegiance.