When I was in the 3rd grade I thought that I was gay,
'Cause I could draw, my uncle was, and I kept my room straight.
I told Ma with tears rushing down my face.
She's like, "Ben, you've loved girls since before pre-k."
Trippin', yeah I guess she had a point, didn't she.
Bunch of stereotypes all in my head.
I remember doin' the math like,
"Yeah I'm good in little league."
A pre-conceived idea of what it all meant.
For those that like the same sex, have the same characteristics.
The right-wing conservators think it's a decision,
And you can be cured with some treatment and religion.
Man-made rewiring of a pre-disposition.
Playing God. Ah, naw, here we go.
America the brave, still fears what we don't know.
And God loves his children, and somehow forgotten.
But we paraphrase a book written 35 hundred years ago.
I don't know.
And I can't change.
Even if I tried, even if I wanted to.
My love, my love, my love,
She keeps me warm.
If I was gay, I'd think hip-hop hates me.
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