When I look in the mirror, I see a trouble young man who quite don't understand,
The meaning of struggle comes through life we experience trouble,
But only because of a life style we choose to live,
And the different excuses we give.
When were given right but choose wrong,
Then wonder what the hell is going on at home.
Cause it's not happy no more and we feel like our problems are being ignored
But why should she listen when it's hurt you been putting her through,
Why should she listen when she's confused and don't know what to do.
A woman's heart is so strong and if there were more men like women there would be more happy homes,
More rights less wrongs,
A man has his egos and his pride,
A woman deals with our bullshit and still rides.
She knows when were lying but we keep denying and it's our trust that's jeopardizing the relationship and a woman still puts up with it.
We suppose to be the man of the house and we are suppose to lead by example and she is suppose to follow,
After all the bullshit she swallows day in and day out hoping one day you'll change,
But as time moves on things are still the same until she starts to play the game.
Then all of a sudden we want to change and now we want things to be right together
But once a good girl has gone bad she's gone forever.
Then tables turn and now it's the inside of us that burns.
Now that the smile she once had turns into a frown
Heres the definition of karma what goes around comes around.
Now it's us as men who's feeling down and can't focus now.
We have the nerve to wonder why,
It's because our water ran dry.
