The same ol’, same ol’, just gets really damn old. What is the cost? Do we see effects from decades of misogyny and over usage of words like “bitch” as part of mainstream pop culture now? Generations have grown up with this message over and over.
lyrics
Verse 1:
Hey, who said chivalry’s dead, Captain Obvious or Captain Oblivious?
Who else is sick of this? Insidious word “bitch” driven home vigorous.
Melodies and music, excuses, we used to use to get with this.
The decades abused it, infused it, to spit with us. Commonplace, now “bitch” ubiquitous.
What’s the toll of countless brain penetration, of female objectification, numb fellas,
supposed to roll off us like rain off an umbrella.
Don’t act like you get by or even survive, without the genes on a double x.
But, the goal is to flex and sex and fly, get in them jeans and move on to the next.
And I don’t need to hear another size of a manhood.
The compensation plan, let me size up a man good.
That’s all we need to know. You’re pushing the love and soul below, to put on a show.
That’s somebody’s child, somebody’s daughter.
She don’t need to battle daily as cannon fodder.
Per usual with the bother. That’s what the music of the culture brought her.
Tried to dismiss your sister easy, but, I know it made you queasy, what?
Now she’s one of those college Girls Gone Wild, dancing to Give Me That Nut.
When the hounds took a sniff and closed in, did you hypocrite, or just bit your lip.
Did you even see the benefit? She got a name, might try to put a little respect on it.
Bridge:
Where are we now? We’ve come so far.
What we’ll allow, lowers the bar.
Where are we now? We’ve come so far.
Just take a bow, and show your scar.
Hook:
I’m still going to hold the door. She knows what I’m doing it for.
Sign of respect, need to show it more. Only game I’m playing, no keeping score.
No need to degrade for personal gain, and give her your coat when it’s cold out there.
Try pulling out a chair, not because she can’t, but to show you care.
At, what, cost?
There’s something off.
What have we lost?
At what cost?
(x2)
Hold the door!
Verse 2:
Who agreed to these egregious sieges on our representation?
Who took us past the point of no jesters with lack of articulation?
Well, I guess we did. By inking the cartoons green, it seems.
Is it beyond our means, to reverse the machine,
scream “queen,” and collectively cut the gasoline?
Besides the family it’s harming, productive value is garbage.
I wouldn’t touch it with Charmin. Shit, flush and discard it.
Came creative with it, when it was a little niche. Now, it’s excessive. Damnit, that’s all it is.
Can’t get in the car with the kids, every station with a lazy blueprint on how to sex a bitch.
Over and over, the same old song. Never was right. Now it’s evermore wrong.
Nah, that ain’t right. I know you got to have more than that you want to spit on the mic.
I’m not trying to sound like Delores Tucker or Tipper Gore, but I don’t take no more of that,
waging war. What they doing it for? Selling out for selling, that’s what you call a whore.
Not the girl next door. Not your sister, your momma, your cousin, they didn’t do nothing,
To deserve that spitting out the corner of the mouth like Popeye, heard buzzing. Thought it was art, but it wasn’t.
Time for debating. Stop the placating. Taking out that old trash, isn’t the same as hating.
Humiliating, the future self. Negating, the suit yourself for creating.
Hook Repeat
credits
from Cygnus Opus,
released June 15, 2018
Produced by the Dust Collectors.
North Carolina MC Big Pooh tells it like it is, detail for gritty detail, aided by L'Orange, Steve Roxx, and Apollo Brown. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 24, 2015
