I kept it real .

You used to fake .

It’s not my fault you can’t differentiate .

Real is rare , when you found it hold it tight .

Don’t let it go , you can’t get it back .

There are regrets when I look back .

We never healed we say we did .

Ain’t no therapy , we sip syrupy .

Till we down , then claim we up .

Clean me up , don’t look me down .

It’s not in me to be mean .

Yhea I’m a men , I can’t breakdown .

Men don’t cry , that’s a stereotype .

So much pressure let me bottle up .

I know it don’t help , I’ll be feeling up .

So much in my mind but I got to stay kind .

Don’t take me for a kite , I’m a men I don’t fly .