Déjà Vu

[Verse: Rhymefest]
No identity for these boys, emotional injuries
Maybe they're not the men they pretend to be
They tell me men don't cry, so now I just won't cry
My Blood pressure through the roof, and damn, I don't know why
I Self-medicate, blowing the smoke to the most high
His spirit is weak if they can't win, then they won't try
Temper tantrums, your first reactions be the worst reactions
She said you need to "grow up," he turned, around and smacked her
Shе swung and knocked him backwards, then grabbed thе bags, and packed 'em
Their shorty watching this shit, now look how that impacts (damn)
He thought to not express his feelings, you can't even ask 'em
He can't express feelings man, don't even ask 'em
When these men is raised by women
Boys don't know what role to fit in
They keep feminine, [?]
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Daddy calling you resenting
Now he makes the same
Then I'm a mirror, spitting image