I looked at the man in the mirror… And he looked back like he ain’t got all the answers either. Said he loved her but never told her right. Said he stayed loyal but still slept with his pride at night. We talk like we tough— Smile like we fine— But inside, we just boys trying to love with a man’s spine. Nobody teaches us how to feel. Just how to provide, protect, and heal. But what if I need healing too? What if love ain’t something I just give, but something I been dying to receive too? I’ve loved loud, I’ve loved wrong… I’ve held on too long. And every time I lose a good one— I tell myself: “next time, be strong.” But strength ain’t silence. And manhood ain’t hiding. So this ain’t for flexing or fronting— This album? This is for feeling. For her. For me. For every man who loved, lost, and still believed…
