Different verse to the same song.
Rap Verse 1:
Men are taught how to treat women
Women are taught what to expect from men.
Only love what he’s providing.
But never actually how to treat a man.
He learns what he should give,
She learns what she should receive.
Both carrying things they were taught to believe.
So he grows up chasing approval, trying hard to earn his place.
She grows up with a checklist, watching his pace.
No one talks about the nights when both are running on empty,
When the stress is through the roof and patience ain’t coming easy.
No one teaches how to listen when you’re hurting just as bad,
How to fight for understanding instead of proving who got mad.
Chorus
Men are taught to build the house, women taught what home should be,
Both chasing different visions of the same life they wanna see.
Now we’re standing in the rubble asking where it all went wrong,
Two hearts singing different verses to the very same song.
Rap Verse 2:
He was taught love is action, work until your body’s sore,
She was taught love is effort, attention, and much more.
So he’s fixing all the problems while she’s asking to be heard,
Both saying “I love you” but speaking different words.
He thinks, “Look at all I do,” she thinks, “Look what I don’t get,”
Two hearts keeping ledgers full of every unpaid debt.
Not because they’re bad people, not because they don’t care,
But because nobody taught them how to meet each other there.
Chorus:
Men are taught to build the house, women taught what home should be,
Both chasing different visions of the same life they wanna see.
Now we’re standing in the rubble asking where it all went wrong,
Two hearts singing different verses to the very same song.
Rap Verse 3:
Men are taught how to treat women, women taught what to expect,
But nobody teaches what to do when the picture gets wrecked.
When the smiles turn to silence and the spark begins to fade,
When you’re both standing in the ruins of the plans you thought you’d made.
When the bills keep piling higher, when the kids are fast asleep,
When you’re lying inches apart but the distance runs too deep.
When the world’s got both your throats and you’re barely hanging on,
That’s when you find out if the love was real or if it’s gone.
‘Cause real love ain’t candlelight, real love ain’t diamond rings,
It’s carrying each other’s burdens when life takes everything.
It’s staying when it’s difficult, not leaving when it’s hard,
Still seeing who they are beneath the bruises and the scars.
So maybe we were taught wrong, maybe both sides missed the truth,
Love was never finding perfection, it was growing through it too.
And at the end of all the fighting, all the tears and all the pride,
The ones who make it aren’t the lucky ones…
They’re the ones who still decide.
