Can I Speak On It?

Last weekend I remember you coming to me telling me that you are marrying your
man,
did you know yo man can't walk on his own.
Before you he was living off of Meeka on Bush Street
Before her it was Tanya on Lawson Street
I see him all the time walking the streets with nothing to do.

He the type of brother pick pocketting a drunken man
or the one that would never take responsibility for his own seed.
But thats yo man, and now you carrying his baybe.  Girl he got 7 other
kids stored on Grotto in a subsidised duplex.  The floors covered with
roaches, the children sharing beds,pissy at that, I sat there a few times and
watched... he never shows up.

I know you dont like nobody telling you bout yo man ..but
girlfriend swing yo weave if you want to; by midnight he'll be pulling it out
and stepping off to see Marie, she the one with 3 kids by him on Selby.
He use to be tough , till the system got at em, took everythang he had, now he
trying to make a come back off you.  I know you declare yoself a strong black
sista..

but dookie braids dont make you African and yo job at Walmart won't get you far.
Wait till he see yo pay stub you gone get it.......2 kids, 5 abortions, herpes,
and an aids scare but
it was just a fever.

You have been played and now represent what every "man" is looking for....
Somebody to be his support system.
Let his butt fall down.
Michelle "Pineapple" Jones