This is a song about "I am grut"

The women think i am

Still the man with the pan

Am i crazy? or am i just being a baby,

And all women who had light features, see

Live my life through some film, man

Then you'll find that i am,

I believe i am to blame

Ice melts into rain

I am my own father, i am my own brother,

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer

And they respect that, say that i'm real man

Nobody knows how alone i really am

And thought why am i still alive why am i still here.

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel