Selah - A Message lyrics

[Akala: Verse 1] Why are men so weak? I ain't got the answer Any boy can bust a nut Takes a man to be a father and a partner Especially young and poor, makes it harder So we f** and flee the glee of dicks harder See every man wants to be loved as much as women do But we are men, who we gonna admit it to Especially in these streets when we pose like a k**er do When we say they're hoes does that go for our sisters too? And I ain't saying i'm perfect Far from it Chauvinistic pig, but sh**, i'm working on From the day I woke up and realised that I hated women Which is dumb, cos I was only raised by women And I ain't saying they're perfect they would admit they ain't But they ain't doing 99% of the rape Male supremacy got us thinking its cool And women are just objects we do things to [Hook: Akala & Selah] This is a message to my little sisters (this is a message!) Growing up in this world with no father figures Deep down need that love from a man (from a man!) So she get it anyway that she can, yo This is a message to my little brothers (this-is!) Growing up in this cold world with only mothers Trying their hardest to be a man Gettin' the gram feed the fam only way you can (any way, yeah) [Verse 2: Akala] If most mothers acted exactly like most daddies do There would be an even bigger bigger bag of homeless youths Runnin' the streets, feeling unloved How many so called tugs That grew up with only mums What if daddy stayed around Showed him what a man was about What if he wasn't 8 when he became the man of the house Where would he be now? Disciplined, smarter Mums wouldn't have kicked him out for lookin' just like her partner Instead when she glance at her son? It's a reminder of the beatings that he gave her How he mentally enslaved her All the while he was abusing she looked at him like a savior But nobody but herself could save her And now her eldest son in and out of the prison and women like his daddy And daughter 15 dropping a baby on the family [Hook] [Verse 3: Akala] Listen What about the daughters We always hear about the boys madness What about the girls born to a dad absent Told her she was the princess, him and mummy fell out Ever since then? quickly just lost interest On to the next piece of skirt with a thin dress Odd, the lessons we learn we don't sin less We leave daughters, just because we can And she after any affection she can have in a man Same type of girl we turn and call a slag I ain't sayin' I never did it i'm just sayin' its mad Cos cuz? Been 15 and suicidal sad I don't know what it was Maybe I miss my dad All the things I never had, making me mad In a world that says you don't have? You're basically bad If we have half the parents Are we half the person then? Has it always been like this? Is this the curse of men? But then again, even if they stayed together I don't know if its necessarily better If they're at each other's throats, or just plain ignore Parents, they f** you up they do, that's for sure Then we grow up And turn up just like you The question is? Can we break the cycle