When I was in the 3rd grade Cause I could draw, 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" Trippin', yeah, I guess she had a point, didn't she A bunch of stereotypes all in my head I remember doing the math like "Yeah, I'm good at little league" A pre-conceived idea of what it all meant For those who like the same sex had the characteristics The right-wing conservatives think its a decision And you can be cured with some treatment and religion Man-made, rewiring of a predisposition Still fears what we don't know And God loves all His children But we paraphrase a book written
My love, my love, my love
I would think hip-hop hates me Gets dropped on the daily We've become so numb to what we're sayin' Our culture founded from oppression Yeah, we don't have acceptance for 'em Behind the keys of a message board Yet our genre still ignores it Gay is synonymous with the lesser It's the same hate that's caused wars from religion Complexion of your pigment The same fight that lead people to walk-outs and sit-ins It's human rights for everybody Live on! And be yourself! They taught me something else If you preach hate at the service Those words aren't anointed Rather than fighting for humans That have had their rights stolen No freedom 'til we're equal
My love, my love, my love
With a veil over our eyes We turn our back on the cause That my uncles can be united by law Kids are walkin' around the hallway Plagued by pain in their heart And a certificate on paper But it's a damn good place to startXX Whatever god you believe in We come from the same one Underneath it's all the same love About time that we raised up
My love, my love, my love
Love is patient, love is kind Love is patient (not cryin' on Sundays) Love is kind (not crying on Sundays) [x5] More from Macklemore & Ryan Lewis