Weaponized insecurity, try that trick on me
Counterproductive, can’t you see?
Won’t get the effect you’re looking for
Shown the door
If you think that you’re a sheriff, better call up all your deputies
Nothing bout your code of conduct I’m looking to appease
Not falling to my knees
Never chase me outta’ town when rounding up the posse
do a favor for most any man unless he askin’ bossy
not providing adulation in which you can bask
taken to task then
hide behind a tough guy mask or get your courage from a flask
wonder what my deal Is?
only reason that I’m seeing, to misunderstand my being
is simply you’re not brave enough to ask
and your brain is working slow
must of just hatched from an egg
cuz you a dodo
my fashion not deescalating for some male unsure,
but your girl don’t need an explanation
She laughing bout emasculating failures
Say you need some sexual education
Weaponized insecurity
Got you feeling dangerous you killer bee
in the end its you who’ll be the one get stung
But how many go down with you who are innocent and young
Before you finally see the truth and take the chance to repent
When you’re gone nobody even asking where you went
it’s only those two place that your kind are getting sent
no blaming outcomes inescapable
like dreaming of a blunt that’s vape-able
Nor point finger at the demographic or your age
Being such a tough guy not the reason for that cage
You weren’t slingin’ paying back some snitch you had to stab
You were thinking big and smokin’ dabs, talked your way onto a slab
You retriever like a Labrador, all bad ass façade is for
Picking up the things you heard, mouthful feathers from a bird
Drop it at your master’s feet, and hope you’re fed under the seat
better lay low if you wanna pick up the last scrap
getting chained up round the back instead of lying on his lap
not going hard, running a pack or posting up all in the trap
only ones who talk like that, it’s how you know they’re full of crap
try to sell that tough guy act but the only people buying
can’t afford what they sought
same as you can’t muster one original thought
and even after all that rah rah rah your,
weak perspective wasn’t really bought
I have assessed, unimpressed that’s the point for how I’m dressed
if you the smartest person, then you need to find a better room
Me, I’m in a cheap hotel with Octagon and Dr Doom
eating bowl of cereal laced with gOD knows what
Wishing that your kind were born with mouths that only shut,
And never open,
like the best among us open up our minds
If your content to never know what makes a real man,
I guess it not my problem, fine
But don’t pretend between the two of us
you’re the one who got a spine
just a scared little boy, and I say that without joy,
Not Because I’m looking be superior
or getting graded by comparison to you
It’s the matter of collateral damage your disposition tend to pursue
not pretty to behold, but ya getting what you earn,
no use offering more rationalized pity
truth be told the true concern is finding out, when we learn
who suffering your weaponized insecurity
Weaponized Insecurity – take that old tape and eject it, that no song for me
Exposing all your fears, see right through you to the tears
Acting unconvincingly, pseudo masculinity
Showing all your weakness with that weaponized insecurity
Weaponized insecurity-nothing ‘bout you thug need steppin’ on like a bug
maybe burn you up with a magnifying glass,
you dropped out from the remedial PE class
radiate an undeniable weakness alas
always searching for some easy prey
sorry buddy not today
always talking ‘bout a need to fight
under pretense of enforcing right
every motive calculated with intention to impress
about as masculine as putting on your little sister’s dress
mommy didn’t love you so she threw you out the nest
embarrassed by you, product of incest
sympathies there, my baby bird, but no excuse for what I heard
ignorantly chirp and squeak, gotta clamp down on that beak
amble to the kiddie table if your able find yourself a seat
waitress takes your order and you draw a number to determine in which order that you’re going to be beat round counterclockwise then repeat
reverse and back again punished justly for the sin
Quaker Oats and Uncle Ben,
Betty Crocker ask to pass the Kool Aid flask and save room for
the desert ‘cuz if you thought the main course hurt
handed over to a witches’ coven save your place back of the oven family recipe that you’ll be lovin’
talkin bout you can’t be played and how your skills will never fade, while soaking in a marinade
herbs and spices impossible to evade, into oily water do you wade,
run your mouth bout getting paid
hoist the axe sharpen the blade
kebab skewers kept handily right on display
constantly worried about everything you think or say
who’s around and what you say, how you dressed and if you’re gay
who can hear your music play, if they know your life by day
virtue signaling say you taking time to pray,
or helped a damsel in distress just down the way
phony nurture for the young, feigning respect for the old
claim to be enforcing some misguided cliché version of a code
name burden you are shouldering
unconvincing and dumb this invisible load
always stuck in the same mode
generically generated in a factory with every manufacture preset
dialed into fake
just some noise you make
cease and desist for humanity’s sake
Weaponized Insecurity – take that old tape and eject it, that no song for me
Exposing all your fears, see right through you to the tears
Acting unconvincingly, pseudo masculinity
Showing all your weakness with that weaponized insecurity
A whole other alternative
find a family friend or a relative
or someone deserving of the kind of respect
that each and every one of us admire,
and who keep the course down til the end
not looking to retire and aspire put some patches on your leaking tire
without ego or desire
way he go you go and then
from the outside to the in
copy copy’n til when
you mess it up and
hit upside the head by rolling pin
and don’t depend on any notion of sin
or punishment in afterlife,
or concerning yourself with any personal strife
swear an oath never to be triflin’ or others’ being stifilin’
not punchin kicking knifing rifle’n, let ‘em up when they say when
and treat your neighbor like they’s kin and all the mice like they are men
and then and only then can you stop wondering how the men become true men
and feel remorse for way you been and crank that nice guy stuff right up to 10
grab a paper and a pen’and write it down
amen amen amen
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