Straight outta crooked minset they accept

Where the weak ones remain inept

A condition in sport that I regret

A condition in sport they make sure I accept

But what can I do?

The toxic masculinity become the milieu

The aggression, pain, suffering that stuff is insane too

Young boys growing up seeing the pain too

He never asked for it but it was society just passin' through

He couldn’t do nothing but accept the fate decided (for him) too

Societal construction, the beast, just takes them up then spews

Leaving us to deal with the anxiety that comes with it too

Going crazy trying to change it

Unsure if ima ever gonna be able to move it

Like a boulder, finna take 30 maybe 40 to unshape it

And 'em girls aren't safe either

Promoters, believer, little boys can't even get a breather

Want him to become a warrior, think it makes him an achiever

Promote a lifestyle leaving 'em in shackles

They can't do anything but try to haggle

With fate, with the inevitable, running around like some cattle

Ready for the picking, the young boys unsure if they should dabble

Little do they know the choice ain't even theirs

It was made for 'em years before they were even there

The coaches rippin' apart a team just to succeed

What is the price of a golden trophy, one that sits there and feeds

On the on the lives it took to achieve

Is it to bleed? Or to proceed to force feed?

A reality that we need to “succeed”

An inevitable, a necessary part of the game that every player believes

And what about the others? Those amputees?

Those who don’t fit your cookie cutter reality

Those who choose another way

Do we mold to include their sway?

NO, we make 'em change

We poison their words, actions, continuing the pathway

To keep our masculinity, you know it won't move away

That's all

That's toxic masculinity

A reality

A reality that we can't seem to get free

An issue to take a stand

Even if we gotta go out of hand

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