Double Standard

Verse 1

Yeah—

I learned to duct-tape emotions, call it “being a man,”

Smile through corrosion, say I’m cool when I’m damned.

They say “talk about it,” but the moment I speak,

It’s a weakness they weaponize, teeth in my cheek.

It’s justified but only if they do it first,

If I fire back, suddenly I’m labeled the curse.

Same action, new sentence, different courtroom rules,

They swing freely with hammers, we get chained to the stool.

Verse 2

Hypocrisy at its finest, a double standard plea,

The limits on women—but the ones on men we don’t see.

We’re expected to bleed quietly, die with a grin,

Carry the world on our backs, never ask for a win.

And it’s not the inability, it’s not the conscious mind,

We see the evil and ignore it like they’re blind.

They watch the fire spread, then ask why we’re ash,

Point fingers at trauma like it’s something we chose to have.

Hook

Our tears run dry but that’s not what you see,

You see rage, you see threats, you don’t see the plea.

You say “men don’t cry,” then you ask why we snap,

You built the cage, then you laughed when we cracked.

Verse 3

’Cause they’d rather take all of us down just to get to you,

A whole population judged by the errors of one fool.

One headline, one psycho, now we’re all the same,

Born guilty by gender, sentenced before a name.

And it’s all just a trick—

Beat us down, tear us down, then judge us by the size of our—

Ego, paycheck, dominance, pride,

Then wonder why depression’s something men try to hide.

Verse 4

They want monsters, not nuance, villains not pain,

Not fathers breaking cycles, not brothers in chains.

Say “protect me,” then say “you scare me,”

Say “open up,” then say “don’t you dare be.”

I seen friends drown sober, screaming with no sound,

Surrounded by people, still buried underground.

They didn’t want help, they wanted relief,

But relief costs silence and silence costs grief.

Outro

So no, this ain’t hate, it’s a flare in the dark,

For the men with good hearts but scars leave marks.

We ain’t asking for crowns, just space to exist,

Without being called broken every time we resist.

Our tears run dry—but we’re still alive,

Still fighting demons you don’t see at night.

If you really want peace, let the truth be said:

Strong men feel pain—

They just weren’t fed permission to say it instead.