(Intro)
When I was in the 3rd grade
I thought that I was [bad word] Cause I could draw, my uncle was
And I kept my room straight
I told my mom, [bad word] down my face
She's like, "Ben you've loved girls since before pre-K"
Trippin', yeah, I guess she had a point, didn't she
bunch of stereotypes all in my head
I remember doing the math like
"Yeah, I'm good in little league"

pre-conceived idea of what it all meant
For those who like the same  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
And somehow forgotten
But we paraphrase a book written
35 hundred years ago
I don't know

[Hook: Mary Lambert]
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]

[Verse 2: Macklemore]
If I was [bad word] I would think hip-hop hates me
Have you read the [bad word] lately
"Man that's [bad word] 
Gets dropped on the daily
We've [bad word] so numb to what we're sayin'
Our culture founded from oppression
Yet we don't have acceptance for 'em
Call each other [bad word] Behind the keys of a message board
word rooted in hate
Yet our genre still ignores it [bad word] is synonymous with the lesser
It's the same hate that's caused wars from religion
Gender to skin [bad word] of your pigment
The same fight that lead 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] right I support it

[Trombone]

I don't know

[Hook: Mary Lambert]

[Verse 3: Macklemore]
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 walkin' around the hallway
Plagued by pain in their heart
world so hateful
Someone would rather die
Than be who they are
And a certificate on paper
Isn't gonna solve it all
But it's a [bad word] good place to start
No law's gonna change us
We have to change us
Whatever god you believe in [bad word] 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: Mary Lambert]
Love is patient, love is kind
Love is patient (not cryin' on Sundays)
Love is kind (not cryin' on Sundays) [x5]