Have you ever heard that song Same Love by Maklemore and Ryan Lewis ft Marry Lambert? The first time I heard it I didn't really listen to it, but after I few times I relised what it's all about. If you haven't heard it here's the lyrics.
When I was in the third grade I thought that I was gay, '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? Bunch of stereotypes all in my head. I remember doing the math like, yeah, I'm good at little league. A preconceived idea of what it all meant, for those that liked the same s*x, 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 tried. Even if I wanted to and I can't change even if I tried. Even if I wanted to. My love, my love, my love. She keeps me warm She keeps me warm She keeps me warm She keeps me warm. If I was gay, I would think hip-hop hates me. Have you read the YouTube comments lately? Man, that's gay gets dropped on the daily. We become so numb to what we're saying. A culture founded from oppression. Yet we don't have acceptance for 'em. Call each other f*ggo*s behind the keys of a message board. A word rooted in hate, yet our genre still ignores it. Gay is synonymous with the lesser. It's the same hate that's caused wars from religion, gender to skin color, the complexion of your pigment, the same fight that led people to walk outs and sit ins, It's human rights for everybody, there is no difference. Live on and be yourself. When I was at church they taught me something else If you preach hate at the service those words aren't anointed That holy water that you soak in has been poisoned When everyone else is more comfortable remaining voiceless, rather than fighting for humans that have had their rights stolen. I might not be the same, but that's not important. No freedom till we're equal, damn right I support it I don't know. And I can't change. Even if I tried. Even if I wanted to. My love, my love, my love. She keeps me warm. She keeps me warm. She keeps me warm. She keeps me warm. We press play, don't press pause. Progress, march on. With the veil over our eyes. We turn our back on the cause. Till the day that my uncles can be united by law. When kids are walking 'round the hallway plagued by pain in their heart. A world so hateful some would rather die than be who they are. And a certificate on paper isn't gonna solve it all, but it's a damn good place to start. No law is gonna change us. We have to change us. Whatever God you believe in. We come from the same one. Strip away the fear, underneath it's all the same love. About time that we raised up. And I can't change. Even if I tried. Even if I wanted to. And I can't change. Even if I tried. Even if I wanted to. My love, my love, my love, she keeps me warm. She keeps me warm. She keeps me warm. She keeps me warm. Love is patient, love is kind. Love is patient, love is kind Not crying on Sundays. Love is patient. Not crying on Sundays. Love is kind. I'm not crying on Sundays. Love is patient. Not crying on Sundays. Love is kind. I'm not crying on Sundays. Love is patient. Not crying on Sundays. Love is kind. I'm not crying on Sundays. Love is patient. Love is kind.
Mariah Mae*