When I was in the third grade I thought that I was gay
¡®Cause I could draw, and 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 shrimp¡±
Trippin¡¯, yeah, I guess she had a point, didn¡¯t she?
Bunch of stereotypes all in my head.
I remember doing the math like, ¡°yea 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 trie