A Message

[Verse 1: Akala]

Why are men so weak? I ain't got the answer

Any boy can bust a nut, takes a man to be a father and a partner

Especially young and poor, makes it harder

So we fuck and flee the glee of dicks harder

See every man wants to be loved as much as women do

But we are men, who we gonna admit it to?

Especially in these streets when we pose like a killer do

When we say they're hoes does that go for our sisters too?

And I ain't saying i'm perfect, far from it

Chauvinistic pig, but shit, i'm working on

From the day I woke up and realised that I hated women

Which is dumb 'cause I was only raised by women

And I ain't saying they're perfect they would admit they ain't

But they ain't doing 99% of the rape

Male supremacy got us thinking it's cool

And women are just objects we do things to

[Hook: Akala & Selah]

This is a message to my little sisters (this is a message!)

Growing up in this world with no father figures

Deep down need that love from a man (from a man!)

So she get it anyway that she can, yo

This is a message to my little brothers (this-is!)

Growing up in this cold world with only mothers

Trying their hardest to be a man

Gettin' the gram feed the fam only way you can (any way, yeah)

[Verse 2: Akala]

If most mothers acted exactly like most daddies do

There would be an even bigger bigger bag of homeless youths

Runnin' the streets, feeling unloved

How many so called tugs that grew up with only mums

What if daddy stayed around, showed him what a man was about

What if he wasn’t 8 when he became the man of the house

Where would he be now? Disciplined, smarter

Mums wouldn’t have kicked him out for lookin' just like her partner

Instead when she glance at her son?

It’s a reminder of the beatings that he gave her - how he mentally enslaved her

All the while he was abusing she looked at him like a savior

But nobody but herself could save her

And now her eldest son in and out of the prison and women like his daddy

And daughter 15 dropping a baby on the family

[Hook: Akala & Selah]

This is a message to my little sisters (this is a message!)

Growing up in this world with no father figures

Deep down need that love from a man (from a man!)

So she get it anyway that she can, yo

This is a message to my little brothers (this-is!)

Growing up in this cold world with only mothers

Trying their hardest to be a man

Gettin' the gram feed the fam only way you can (any way, yeah)

[Verse 3: Akala]

Listen, what about the daughters

We always hear about the boys madness

What about the girls born to a dad absent

Told her she was the princess, him and mummy fell out

Ever since then? quickly just lost interest

On to the next piece of skirt with a thin dress

Odd, the lessons we learn we don’t sin less

We leave daughters, just because we can

And she after any affection she can have in a man

Same type of girl we turn and call a slag

I ain't sayin' I never did it i'm just sayin' its mad

Cos cuz? Been 15 and suicidal sad

I don’t know what it was, maybe I miss my dad

All the things I never had, making me mad

In a world that says you don’t have?  You’re basically bad

If we have half the parents are we half the person then?

Has it always been like this? Is this the curse of men?

But then again, even if they stayed together

I don’t know if its necessarily better

If they’re at each other’s throats, or just plain ignore

Parents, they fuck you up they do, that’s for sure

Then we grow up and turn up just like you

The question is? Can we break the cycle