[Intro]
Bell Hooks, in her book, The Will to Change
Recounted an experience that she heard from many men
Albeit in different ways, and she writes on their behalf (Black)
Again and again, a man will tell me about
Early childhood feelings of emotional exuberance
Of unrepressed joy (Boys)
And then a rupture happened (Don't)
Somehow the test of manhood, men told me
Was the willingness to accept this loss (Cry)
With that pressurе, he can't just exist
[Verse]
I can't find no serеnity in this whole city
Man'll step on you like gravel till your soul's gritty
Now my heart's a little colder than it's supposed to be
Look at what these motherfuckers done exposed to me
Finna riddle holes in them 'cause there's holes in me
Blood spillin' on the crip, my inner soles sticky
Now my heart's a little colder than it's supposed to be
You reapin' what you sow, nigga, this is how it go, nigga, woah
[Chorus]
Black boys (Brrr), black boys don't cry
(Black boys don't cry)
Black boys, black boys don't cry
(Black boys don't)
[Outro]
Patriarchal masculinity is in all ways and forms
Destructive to both women and to men as well
It leads them to anger
The only emotion that has been championed since they were children
He gives into the severance of his former self
Because violence and anger, that is what men respect
This is the disconnect
Bell Hooks, in her book, The Will to Change
Recounted an experience that she heard from many men
Albeit in different ways, and she writes on their behalf (Black)
Again and again, a man will tell me about
Early childhood feelings of emotional exuberance
Of unrepressed joy (Boys)
And then a rupture happened (Don't)
Somehow the test of manhood, men told me
Was the willingness to accept this loss (Cry)
With that pressurе, he can't just exist
[Verse]
I can't find no serеnity in this whole city
Man'll step on you like gravel till your soul's gritty
Now my heart's a little colder than it's supposed to be
Look at what these motherfuckers done exposed to me
Finna riddle holes in them 'cause there's holes in me
Blood spillin' on the crip, my inner soles sticky
Now my heart's a little colder than it's supposed to be
You reapin' what you sow, nigga, this is how it go, nigga, woah
[Chorus]
Black boys (Brrr), black boys don't cry
(Black boys don't cry)
Black boys, black boys don't cry
(Black boys don't)
[Outro]
Patriarchal masculinity is in all ways and forms
Destructive to both women and to men as well
It leads them to anger
The only emotion that has been championed since they were children
He gives into the severance of his former self
Because violence and anger, that is what men respect
This is the disconnect
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