Complain - Street (Unfortunate) Reality Lyrics

Yo lady, yo, yo lady, common
Yo pretty
Yo girl, yo girl,
Come here, come her
Yo

If you don't say anything, you're a part of it
If you don't act or say something, you're agreeing to this shit
Could be your sister, she didn't choose to be fit
Women ain't objects, nobody ought to treat them like meat
If you don't say anything, you're a part of it
If you don't act or say something, you're agreeing to this shit
Could be your sister, she didn't choose to be fit
Women ain't objects, nobody ought to treat them like meat

Walking down the sidewalk, she's going to work
Just holding, the central alley poll while standing in the bus
Shopping for clothes, being by herself
Sitting at the counter of her favourite bar, waiting for her friends
She just wants to be left alone, listen to some tunes
On her smartphone, in her headphones
She likes to dream, think about something or nothing
Certainly not to be disturbed by some gross clown creeping for a date
She feels uncomfortable if it's just her and one of them in an elevator
Passing by a construction site and being called a whore
She's like a bag of sweets in an obese-only candy store
Worse, lying on the beach, sitting on a park bench
She goes out to live and enjoy life
Watch a flick at the cinema, buy popcorn
Not look for some random dick, sit on it for the night
She shouldn't need to hug the walls
Going out, shouldn't be a fight

If you don't say anything, you're a part of it
If you don't act or say something, you're agreeing to this shit
Could be your sister, she didn't choose to be fit
Women ain't objects, nobody ought to treat them like meat
If you don't say anything, you're a part of it
If you don't act or say something, you're agreeing to this shit
Could be your sister, she didn't choose to be fit
Women ain't objects, nobody ought to treat them like meat

If she's got a low-cut T-shirt, if she's wearing a skirt
Something slim-tight or make up doesn't mean, she's up
For it, dammit, nope she ain't got no smoke for you
And she can drink even a lot if that is what she wants to do
When did you begin thinking, creepily whistling at her from your car
Would ignite, her pum pum on fire?
Telling her a shabby compliment won't get a smile out of her
Even if, she's the most beautiful girl, on planet Earth
Even if you keep pushing, insisting, she won't give in
Why do some women feel like they can't dress nice because of you
You're depriving them from freedom, you idiot, you A-hole, you dimwit
Your attitude is so moronic
Let me repeat, your attitude is so moronic
I repeat, your attitude is so moronic

If you don't say anything, you're a part of it
If you don't act or say something, you're agreeing to this shit
Could be your sister, she didn't choose to be fit
Women ain't objects, nobody ought to treat them like meat
If you don't say anything, you're a part of it
If you don't act or say something, you're agreeing to this shit
Could be your sister, she didn't choose to be fit
Women ain't objects, nobody ought to treat them like meat

I would like my female friends, to never come back from the next block
Or nights out, scared or angry
I would like my girlfriend to not feel
The need to carry, a rape whistle or pepper spray
My god, I can't even believe, I'm writing these
Lines, That's so F'ed up
They're all preys, to those vultures
It should stop, I buck, they should end up, cloistered and locked up
Tied up, beaten down, possibly balls cut
Am I going too far ? I don't think so
Am I ready to act ? Sure, with a chainsaw
Don't bother my ladies, everyone will tell you
We protective,
I am ready to f*ck you up, you and your whole crew
I'm a gentleman, Complain is no fool
Bitch

Yo, if you don't say anything, you're a part of it
If you don't act or say something, you're agreeing to this shit
Could be your sister, she didn't choose to be fit
Women ain't objects, nobody ought to treat them like meat
If you don't say anything, you're a part of it
If you don't act or say something, you're agreeing to this shit
Could be your sister, she didn't choose to be fit
Women ain't objects, nobody ought to treat them like meat

Nobody ought to treat them like meat
Behave motherf*cker, we watchin
I ain't gonna let that slip
Complain motherf*cker