Oh it’s hard to be a boy.
In a time when he doesn’t know, what it is to be a man.
Doing all he can and all he finds in his findings is that, oh, it’s hard to be a boy.
He wants to break through his stoicism, to reach his laughter, to teach himself to be,
without the example of a proper character.
Working up from the low position of a bastard, oh it’s hard to be a boy.
Oh it’s hard to be a boy.

What is a man?
Is he a bunch of muscle, because I have a bunch of those?
Does he have a lot of money?
That shit aint funny, cause I aint got none.
Is he the one who wants to rule the world (because I cant even control the girls)?

Oh it’s hard to be a boy without anyone to help you.
Oh it’s hard to be a boy because everyone’s always mad at you.
Oh it’s hard to be a boy without anyone to help you.
Oh it’s hard to be a boy because your mother said they’re all bastards.

Well, I admit girls have a lot of heartache, due to the fucked up decisions we make.
We both have shame, we both have guilt, but all I’m saying is we must be the sons,
the lovers, and the witnesses.
I don’t mean to hold their efforts in degradation, for both parts there’s only participation,
but, Honey, you are not a Boy, so only love me, and listen to the words I choose to employ.

Oh it’s hard to be a boy without anyone to help you.
Oh it’s hard to be a boy because everyone’s always mad at you.
Oh it’s hard to be a boy without anyone to help you.
Oh it’s hard to be a boy because your mother said they’re all bastards.

I am a real boy. But what is a real boy?
But I am a real boy. But what is a real boy?
(What’s a real boy?) (I don’t know, what the hell is it then?)

What’s a real boy? (I’m a real boy.)

Girl, try real hard to interpret what I am.
And help bring me back to what your mother thought I should be, and my love is posed against your father’s, that was never for her and never for you; unlike mine, that forgets its self in order to always be there.
And I say how vile, and somehow I lose my smile, and you know I love even when you know it brings me down, to the low place of disproving your distrust-where I’m at- just so the girls can have a loyal friend.

Tellem, Fellas..

It’s hard to be a boy, let alone to try and be a man.