Analysis of Subscribe to your Tribe

Men will never be women
And women will never be men
Didn’t happen now
Won’t happen then
I know it makes you mad
Not to be part of the latest fad
But in truth
You really should be glad

To offer resistance
Of your existence
As to who you are
Really stands to lower the bar
And it’s sunk pretty low so far

Perhaps you can help raise it today
And step away from the game they want you to play
Just say no to the freak show
Refuse the line they demand you to tow
Jump from the path of the demonic flow

Step away from the costume
They program you to wear
Reach down and see if you have a pair
Show your DNA that you care
If you dare

But I know you wont
I know you can’t
It’s easier to give up
And perform a childish rant

Of how I’m a “phobe” of some sort
A weak programmed response is my retort

You see, they have you and me
With illusions that we are free
I mean look at us argue
Over who has what kind of pee pee

It’s amusing and terrifying
But there can be no denying
They keep us in a state of division
It’s a calculated decision
Because they are on a mission
Of control
On who pays the toll
Of societies toilet bowl

They are the shitters
And we are the maid
They keep us fighting
And they get paid

It’s impressive
To watch them work
While they get males to twerk

It’s a diabolical game
That embracing your gender is a shame
But pretending to be something else
That will bring you fame

These are the people
We chose to lead
Who celebrates mutilation
To watch you bleed
The planters of a vile seed
To keep us busy
And away from their greed

I know my views are not welcome
Among the select few
But I simply refuse to listen to your spew

I am the alarm clock
That reminds you
You have a cock
I am the one who slaps your hand away
From the puberty block

I do this not to be mean
But because I’m keen
And you need to ween
From this construct
Of self-destruct

Disconnect from the boob tube
Put down the dildo and anal lube
Stop being a sheep you rube

It’s so simple to reject what your being taught
So wise to listen to your own thought
Look em in the eye
Tell them their caught
You know their game
You know whose to blame
Let go of empty fame

There's only so much I can do
To help you learn
Take your makeup case
And let it burn
Walk away from the high heels

These are simple brotherhood appeals
Come get your man card retard
You don’t menstruate
You masturbate
And throw gravy like a King
Why?
Cause you have a ding a ling.

See ya at the strip club, bub