If I may ask, what in the world are you doing? I would say, "What in the world are we doing?" since I, myself, am a man. But as I've gotten older, it seems harder to relate to the chaos that comes with the territory. And since I wrote a passionate letter to the women, it only seems fitting that I do the same to the men, 'cause we are on some different type of craziness... craziness that I can't fully understand or explain.
I find myself tongue-tied
Feeling like I wanna lie
When someone asks me, "What is going on?"
Thinking since I am one, I should know, right?
But I have no idea
So I'm compelled to ask other so-called "men": what in the world are we doing?
Can we look without a doubt and truly say we are acting like kings?
Do we even still know what that means?
Kings are leaders. Even the worst ones have a dignity and heir about them, so much that, when you saw one on the street, you cannot even think of another word... but king.
Kings don't walk around with their pants hanging halfway down their butts; at least I've never seen one. He would be too busy trying to keep his crown on his head to have time to pull up his pants every step. Nah, a king would just... I don't know, probably just wear a belt.
Kings buy homes on the range before they buy themselves Range Rovers
Kings don't treat every women like they're hos and sluts
Kings uphold their thrones like it's a must
Aren't you a king?
When did you stop acting like one?
Listen, I'm just like you
I mean, I understand the urges that we go through
But at some point, some point we have to set a position
We have to have a bar that we stand by
'Cause if we have no kid of stand-ard, no kind of morals, we will do and say any and every thing
And if you look at the grand picture of the men in America, that's what we're doing: any and every thing
Get rich or die tryin'
Not caring about our actions, who we hurt, kill or sleep with on the way
Teaching the ones that look up to us to do the same
Again I understand, that is probably where you got your ideas from: a person that called himself a man
And had no regards to life
So you copied him, and now you are him
But come on, man
Come on, king
At some point, the circle has got to end
Start a new trend
Begin new habits, let our youth see another version
Another way to be
If you produce another seed...
If you produce a seed
You water that seed
You bring it sunshine
You are in that seed's life every moment in time
And teaching lessons from the mistakes that you made
This is your little man... or precious daughter
This ain't a game, this ain't a video
M.T.V. or B.E.T. don't teach classes on it
So why are you wasting time watching it?
This ain't something you can just turn on and off
This is life
You created it, now raise it
Make decisions based on it
Change your life for it
Love and marry that girl or call her your wife for it
Build a home
Get a job and live for it
We are not...
We are not gonna continue act like cavemen, and savages
We are not gonna try to conquer sex by having it with as many women as we can
I know it feels like we wanna do that
But we have to learn to not always do what we feel like doing
But start doing what we need to be doing
'Cause every action has eternal consequences
You think you pimpin' now
But when God calls you home, He's gonna ask you:
What did you do with your life?
How did you raise your children?
How were your relationships?
Did you call on me any time other than when you need help?
...And you're gonna have to answer him.
I don't know, man, I just...
I just want you to be able to say that... that you were a man
That you were a king
Know what I'm saying?
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