When I was in the 3rd grade
I thought that I was gay
Cause I could draw, my uncle was

And I kept my room straight
I told my mom, tears rushing down my face
She's like, "Ben, you've loved girls since before Pre-K!"

Tripping, yeah, I guess she had a point, didn't she?
A bunch of stereotypes all in my head
I remember doing the math, like

"Yeah, I'm good at little league"
A pre-conceived idea of what it all meant
For those that like the same sex had the characteristics

The right-wing conservatives think it's a decision
And you can be cured with some treatment and religion
Man-made, rewiring of a pre-disposition, playing God

Ahh, nah, here we go
America the brave still fears what we don't know
And "God loves all his children" is somehow forgotten

But we paraphrase a book written thirty-five hundred years ago
I don't know


Mary Lambert Hook:
And I can't change
Even if I tried

Even if I wanted to
And I can't change
Even if I tried

Even if I wanted to
My love, my love, my love
She keeps me warm x4


Macklemore Verse 2:
If I was gay I would think hip-hop hates me

Have you read the YouTube comments lately?
"Man, that's gay" gets dropped on the daily
We've become so numb to what we're saying

Our culture founded from oppression
Yet we don't have acceptance for 'em
Call each other !@$)gots

Behind the keys of a message board
A word rooted in hate
Yet our genre still ignores it

"Gay" is synonymous with the lesser
It's the same hate that's caused wars from religion
Gender to skin color, complexion of your pigment

The same fight that led people to walk-outs and sit-ins
Human rights for everybody, there is no difference
Live on! And be yourself!

When I was in church they taught me something else
If you preach hate at the service, those words aren't anointed
And that Holy Water that you soak in has been poisoned

When everyone else is more comfortable remaining voiceless
Rather than fighting for humans that have had their rights stolen
I might not be the same but that's not important

No freedom til we're equal
Damn right I support it


Trombone Interlude:

I don't know


Hook


Macklemore Verse 3:
We press play, don't press pause
Progress, march on!

With a veil over our eyes, we turn our back on the cause
'Till the day that my uncles can be united by law
Kids are walking around the hallway

Plagued by pain in their heart
A world so hateful
Some would rather die

Than be who they are
And a certificate on paper
Isn't gonna solve it all

But it's a damn good place to start
No law's gonna change us
We have to change us
Whatever god you believe in
We come from the same one

Strip away the fear, underneath, it's all the same love
About time that we raised up!

Hook


Mary Lambert Outro:
Love is patient, love is kind
Love is patient (not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind (not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient (not crying on Sundays)

Love is kind (not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient (not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind (not crying on Sundays)
Love is patient (not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind (not crying on Sundays)

Love is patient (not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind (not crying on Sundays)