[Intro: Ransom]
Damn, this some real shit right here, boy
Hey, let me talk to your soul, homegirl
Come here a second
Hey Tokyo, turn me up a little bit
Yeah

[Verse 1: Ransom]
Yeah, they say that's the girl for you (Who?)
You was in your feelings the minute I first saw you (Why?)
Attacks on my ego, diminishing the one tool
A n***a had to use to take on this world for you
You know that word loyal? You heard it before?
Sweet talks is only for those that been deserted before (Yup)
Don't try and put a band aid over them permanent flaws (Naw)
You amaze me, choose a man with the nerve to explore
See a man needs respect, we deserve it and more
You told me I'd never be shit, you know that hurt to the core (Damn)
On one hand, you tell me, "Ran you ain't worth the allure"
Then get mad when I hesitate to go and work at the store
You need to build me up, you know, nurture the boy
Instead of tearing me down when I'm first in the door, huh
But you ain't understanding that (Naw)
You say you need you a real man to handle that (Word)
But while I'm in the real world
Where you can be held down if a man is black
Then come home and handle you when I'm tryna handle that (Damn)
I'm being punked, where the cameras at?
It's never about the struggle you really should focus on how a man reacts
Damn, why would I stand for that?
[Interlude: Ché Noir]
The shit be deeper than people like to admit sometimes
Just trying to unlearn certain things
Yeah, uh

[Verse 2: Ché Noir]
I was taught that a man protects and provides
Dealing with men who lack drive but still expect me to ride
A black woman in this world left with pain and abuse
And come home and still gotta cater to you?
I'm a woman that use words, I don't got to punch or slap to diss you
Only repeating what I learned is my reactions to you
You not the only one fighting wars that attack your mental
Tried a therapist but they only blamed it on daddy issues
Speaking of that, look at this load I was handed
Said I need to learn to submit, but n***a, show me companion
Single mother household is a family
Independent and stubborn 'cause we was filling all the roles y'all abandoned
We both fighting for peace to be understood
And healing from time spent with people that wasn't good
A woman's job is to nurture our sons who stood
The dangers of the ghetto can't compare to a mother's hood, yeah
(The dangers of the ghetto can't compare to a mother's hood, yeah)