Womb Envy

Too quick to step up with the fisticuffs
I think it's time that someone called our bluff
We can't create so we denigrate
We don't know how to love so we settle for hate

And we're running out of time
So let's step out of line
And resist the roles that we've been assigned

I'm not going to settle for "nice guys finish last,"
Or treat our sisters as second class
While we conquer and earn, slash and burn
Concrete, steel and pavement everywhere I turn

And we're running out of time
So step out of line
And resist the roles that we've been assigned

Brothers & sisters, here's my decision:
Fuck competition; turn my back on division

Did we learn the difference between "want," and "need?"
Can we be the soil if this song is the seed?