Akala, Selah - A Message lyrics

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 fuck 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 killer 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 shit, i'm working on
From the day I woke up and
Realised that I hated women
Which is dumb 'cause 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 it's cool
And women are just objects we do things to

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)

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

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)

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' it's 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 it's necessarily better
If they’re at each other’s throats
Or just plain ignore
Parents, they fuck 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