PAUSE

[Intro]
He is not a man in a skirt
She is not a woman based birth
He is not a man in a skirt
She is not a woman based birth

I don't wanna bathe in the pine when the centerfold die
Funny how the judge go, "He certainly a guy"
All my childhood life masculinity was glorified
Menace to society, coexist certified
Oversupply of outcry gets met with battle cry
America sit by and watch the queer eye
Never confide to the laws set aside
"Ain't my problem" said the day ovеrsimplified

And now the sight is mind that the baby tramplе every stage
Final the verdict once hubby giveth every page
Nine to the hour go striking nevermind the phase
Still we protesting so calmly, no one of the age
How you gonna tell me I ain't gotta fight? Pause
I don't feel so safe, middle of the night, Pause
How you gonna tell me I ain't gotta fight? Pause
I don't feel so safe, middle of the night, Pause

Someone in my family called me, told me imma go n kill em
All because an image that I put up on the Inter(net)
Baby I ain't gonna lie I done cried all night
Kinda hit it harder when you thought you trusted 'em to fight
But instead that they turned their back
All because my face caked up, they basically attacked
Projection, Yoshimitsu, it got so much face
But that shit made me sit back and realize my place

But see the issue is always but still we livin' in the cage
Livid they take it but still we fathom all the rage
Simple but always the hate is hard to even gauge
Sighting the venom they speak on confrontation, plague
How you gonna tell me I ain't gotta fight? Pause
I don't feel so safe, middle of the night, Pause
How you gonna tell me I ain't gotta fight? Pause
I don't feel so safe, middle of the night, Pause

He is not a man in a skirt
She is not a woman based birth
He is not a man in a skirt
She is not a woman based birth

Yea I been lost in my mind and my pain don't show
Level with cuzo, is my mind slow flow?
Preaching every day what I might wanna hear
No one putting hands out to a lonely little queer
I admit sometimes I can't feel my face
But I flip that jit right back on its case
It's cold in a place where my sweat run dry
Scratching every surface till my mind won't pry