[Verse 1]
He sits on a throne of splinters and lies
Gold on the surface, but rot underneath
Preaching power while hiding his cries
Selling boys poison, calling it belief
[Pre-Chorus]
Glory wrapped in grievance
Strength forged in fear
You call this manhood?
It’s control dressed as tears
[Chorus]
This is the manhood trap
Built on silence, shame, and wrath
Tearing down a future
Just to resurrect the past
You call it strength?
We call it collapse
You call it order —
But it's just the manhood trap
[Verse 2]
Scroll and obey, the prophets of rage
Tate’s in your ear, Trump’s on the stage
Tradwives cry behind perfect frames
While blood runs red in Roe’s erased name
[Pre-Chorus]
You want her barefoot, broken, and bound
While the crowd chants “take our country back”
But we see through the smoke and the sound —
This isn't pride. It's a panic attack.
[Chorus]
This is the manhood trap
A cage painted red, white, and black
You call it honor —
We call it a mask
You call it legacy —
But it’s just backlash
You call it glory —
We call it collapse
You call it manhood —
But it’s just the trap
[Spoken Word Bridge - low, cinematic voice]
He said: “One job should feed a family.”
But he meant: “She stays home.”
He said: “More babies for the nation.”
But he meant: “Her body’s not her own.”
They resurrect Comstock,
While Musk breeds in the dark
Tell me again —
Who’s playing God now?
[Breakdown - raw, distorted]
It’s not manhood if it kills
It’s not power if it controls
It’s not strength if it silences
It’s not leadership without soul
[Final Chorus – big, anthemic]
Tear down the manhood trap
Burn the throne, break the mask
Let the boys be free
To feel, to rise, to ask
You call it tradition —
We call it a curse
But there’s another way forward
And it’s rising from the dirt
Not fragile. Not fake. Not fear in a tie.
Real strength lifts others — and never needs to lie.
What a powerful song! This needs to be posted and played everywhere. What a brilliant, and accurate definition of true manhood!