When I was in the third grade I thought that I was gay,
    ‘Cause I could draw, my uncle was, and I kept my room straight.
    I told my mom, 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 doing the math like, “Yeah, I’m good at little league”
    A preconceived idea of what it all meant
    For those that liked the same sex
    Had the characteristics
    The right wing conservatives think it’s a decision
    And you can be cured with some treatment and religion
    Man-made rewiring of a predisposition
    Playing God, aw nah here we go
    America the brave still fears what we don’t know
    And God loves all his children, is somehow forgotten
    But we paraphrase a book written thirty-five-hundred years ago
    I don’t know

    And I can’t change
    Even if I tried
    Even if I wanted to
    And I can’t change
    Even if I tried
    Even if I wanted to
    My love
    My love
    My love
    She keeps me warm
    She keeps me warm
    She keeps me warm
    She keeps me warm

    If I was gay, I would think hip-hop hates me
    Have you read the YouTube comments lately?
    “Man, that’s gay” gets dropped on the daily
    We become so numb to what we’re saying
    A culture founded from oppression
    Yet we don’t have acceptance for ’em
    Call each other faggots behind the keys of a message board
    A word rooted in hate, yet our genre still ignores it
    Gay is synonymous with the lesser
    It’s the same hate that’s caused wars from religion
    Gender to skin color, the complexion of your pigment
    The same fight that led people to walk outs and sit ins
    It’s human rights for everybody, there is no difference!
    Live on and be yourself
    When I was at church they taught me something else
    If you preach hate at the service those words aren’t anointed
    That holy water that you soak in has been poisoned
    When everyone else is more comfortable remaining voiceless
    Rather than fighting for humans that have had their rights stolen
    I might not be the same, but that’s not important
    No freedom till we’re equal, damn right I support it

    (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
    She keeps me warm
    She keeps me warm
    She keeps me warm

    We press play, don’t press pause
    Progress, march on
    With the veil over our eyes
    We turn our back on the cause
    Till the day that my uncles can be united by law
    When kids are walking ’round the hallway plagued by pain in their heart
    A world so hateful some would rather die than be who they are
    And a certificate on paper isn’t gonna solve it all
    But it’s a damn good place to start
    No law is gonna change us
    We have to change us
    Whatever God you believe in
    We come from the same one
    Strip away the fear
    Underneath it’s all the same love
    About time that we raised up… sex

    And I can’t change
    Even if I tried
    Even if I wanted to
    And I can’t change
    Even if I tried
    Even if I wanted to
    My love
    My love
    My love
    She keeps me warm
    She keeps me warm
    She keeps me warm
    She keeps me warm

    Love is patient
    Love is kind
    Love is patient
    Love is kind
    (not crying on Sundays)
    Love is patient
    (not crying on Sundays)
    Love is kind
    (I’m not crying on Sundays)
    Love is patient
    (not crying on Sundays)
    Love is kind
    (I’m not crying on Sundays)
    Love is patient
    (not crying on Sundays)
    Love is kind
    (I’m not crying on Sundays)
    Love is patient
    Love is kind

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