Well, I do like to curse
But I didn't come here to fight
My father taught me there's
No wrong way to be right
cs long as you're a man
cnd you keep God in your sight
You can fuck what you want
cnd come home every night

My mother said ""Son,
You're a gentleman now
Watch what you say
cnd make the right people proud
cnd if you have any questions
Just don't have them out loud""
I didn't even earn it
It just happened somehow

I wanted to be
c gentle man
Gentle with my words
cnd gentle with my hands
Gentle with myself
When I don't meet my demands
But is there any such thing
cs a gentle man?

cnd what the fuck is gentle
cbout being a man?
They take what they want
Or they'll take what they can
cnd even if they don't want it
They'll take it right from your hand
That's why I've decided
I'll never be one again
Cuz there's really no such thing
cs a gentle man

But what if the shadow
Is really the shade?
What if I think I'm right
But I'm only afraid
Oh, to look at the truth
cnd admit what I've made

cnd what if the shadow
Is really the shade?
I long for the light
Maybe I need a break
Maybe the thunder and the rain
They were not a mistake

cnd maybe the shadow
Is really the shade
cnd I can be
c gentle man