Well, it's hard to speak when you're tongue-tied

Tough to breathe when you're going under

Bury deep those emotions

Damn, the rivers are overflowing

What's the cause to this stigma?

Our brothers and fathers, uncles and partners

We teach our boys to be big men

Not how to cope with this illness.

Well, sticks and stones

They may break your bones

But the couple words, they could save you

And it's ok, man

The world has changed

And I know it's hard tryna fake it.

'cause I wish I could be stronger

For that I feel ashamed

'cause those feelings, they get bottled up

As I down another can

And I guess I'm like my father

Better burn and now I know

That it's the men who talk about it

They're the ones who make it home

Home, home

They're the ones who make it home

Home, home, home, home.

What's the cause to this stigma

People scared to reach out like they don't know how

Some afraid to be a burden

They keep it locked beneath the surface

But I see the progress every day, man

Promise things are gonna change

And it's ok, man

I feel your pain

And I know it's hard tryna fake it.

Well, I wish I could be stronger

For that I feel ashamed

'cause those feelings, they get bottled up

As I down another can

And I guess I'm like my father

Better burn and now I know

That it's the man who talk about it

They're the ones who make it home

Home, home

They're the ones who make it home

Home, home, home.

They're the ones who make it home

They're the ones who make it home

They're the ones who make it home.