Often times boys are screened as crooks, heartless enough to kill, with every intention of going to jail, but how often are they seen as the hero, with a heart warm enough to melt in your hands
They never fail to fall prey to baggy jeans loose enough to reveal all their secrets
With a mean mug to mask what they're hiding
So we never fail to fall and pray asking God to protect all our treasured things, because God forbid it's true
That they are all trained killers seeking to mark young girls as open territory
We are the victims falling prey to the lie that every girl is defenseless, with the heart of a thousand fireflies, that our hearts can never be iced enough to kill in cold blood
We all stand subject to the misconceptions of the painted picture that reveals nothing at all except that we are human
Every man who has ever been angry
Or has thrown a fit of rage isn't a threat
They are gentlemen with hearts big enough to hurt and with a heart wide enough to love
The corners of their mouths eager to smile because they are happy
Their shoulders are strong enough to carry the weight of a woman's burden
He just has the intentions of making your daughter his wife
That guy has arms strong enough to hold you in dark places
His words are secure enough to make you feel home
In the bosom of our sacred places
We cry until our hearts fill the joy creeping from within
When we feel like we can't win
We are strong enough to stand
There is fight tucked away in our back pockets
There's a heart bold enough to love out loud
Our smiles looks as if we're sharing an inside joke with God and
We have eyes honest enough to see that all guys aren't tricksters
We are taught to know the inside mind of a man to make sure our hearts aren't getting played
Guys are trained to maintain a tough exterior making him the man with looks to kill
It's a shame that we have to prove who we are just to unmask the image creating those lies
When your eyes be real eyes realizing real lies
Look through the window of reality
You pin us up through slave days, and our ghetto ways, and our urban talk, and the roads we walk, and the lives that we lead, you dropped those seeds, so we got to kill those weeds, because they make our garden look trashy
And we don't deserve to be trampled on
So excuse us if you stumble upon our tarnished parts
We are not perfect and sometimes you may catch us in mid scream
And that's normal because we do hurt,
So don't judge us, only love us as we are
Don't linger on the past, but rejoice over the stepping stones we created, because we are the revolutionary ones with our hearts beating out of our chest
Waiting to be felt with a thousand words celebrating the legend in us, because we are all legendary with a pot of gold waiting at the end of our rainbow
We have colors, look at how bright we can glow especially in dark places
See that we are all not the same
Will you dare to look through the looking glass,
Be like Alice and find the root that made all this confusion, see the answers that tick back on your clock leading to squeaky doors and maybe then you can a paint a picture that better explains us as we are