When I was born and you held me in your hands,
I wonder if you stood there to understand:
That I am a part of you and it's time to be a man
Or did you decide to become that for most of my life,
Then on the last few years become a monster in disguise.
You taught me the "role of men,"
To kick around wives,
To drink, cheat, lie...
Swing your manly arms so hard as if I was made to die.
Was it me you saw when I fell on the floor
Or was it the face of a man who tried to rob you poor?