Woman excuse me,
You say you want Mr. Right,
Could've have fooled me,
Because Mr.Wrong knocked you up, and had you pointing and laughing at me, like I was a joke,
But now I suppose to be your life boat, women and children first,
But he left you to drown and gave you anchors of love to hold you down,
Internally, physically, mentally,
Say you want that middle class, house and Pickett fences,
But you really crave the hood stuff,
So what the good Samaritan gives is never enough he gives you angel food but it should be devil's pie,
Inside she's so conflicted, a hundred dresses for Saturday, and none for Sunday best,
Outside she chooses to be neglected, because you give him year best years, and pray for salvation on the back nine,
You're a rehabilitation success, but say you would date a ex-convict, when he the same,
Do you know what you want,
If so why do you try a good dude like he's a fad,
Like you yo-yo fad diet, constant changing hair style, and shoes,
Do you hide yourself because you dislike real you,
I can't waiver but see how easily you quit when things get hard,
Yet hardship is what you quit for, collect calls, kids, and through glass conversation,
Took so much time to do you, You can write review for self vaction,
Not looking for relationship, you rather get played while waiting,
Can shout your lungs out for Jay-z,
But can't say nothing to the asshole abusive dude, that calls you wifey when he want other chicks to see,
Saying you his Mary Jane, but know he got a Lois Lane, Jossie and the pussycats, as he want you to go out, and be free,
So he can be with his secret wife and family,
He don't want you, he cracking at you, sleeping with your friends and family, you think they have his number to get a hold of you,
And you will leave him to go to one of his friends in revenge,
But maybe just maybe, he set a trap to tap because he's heard of how to get it in,
Dudes love gossiping, you'd be surprized to find out what his friend told a friend,
Sometimes the like isn't for picture, it for helping illustrate the story,
Now the homies trade stories of thier time in your past glory,
As others thristy to pen they own chapter,
As you wish for one just to claim the book,
But now with all that hell a saviour walk through,
How dare you, tell him that you only date a man with certain hair and skin,
When you have a weave, and you haven't went without makeup in God knows when,
And when the man you choose find that you whole make up was camouflage to hide the lemon, he'll trade you in,
You left seeing if a used car, can sell again, old years in the same car club and forever giving a deeper discount to entice a buyer to compeat as them new models in daily,
©dexxtoby
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