By Jon
Date: 2003 Oct 13
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[[2003.10.13.14.41.459]]

yo

I bet as a teenager
You were one of those girls
that were into thugz
bad boyz, and playaz (with a "z" not an "s")
who could "smoove" talk you out of your panties
cheat on you at least once a week (without you knowing)
rhyme words together about "dem" bitches and ho's
talk about how much money they have (from their parents)
and how they could kill a "sucka"
if they looked at him the wrong way
dress in baggy clothes (aka, "I'm getting fat clothes")
have hair that you could never run your fingers through
because that would cramp their style...yo

You were probably one of those girls
that needed a man to justify her existence,
self-worth, and beauty.
You probably wondered why your parents
never approved of your boyfriend/s
"Why can't they love him like I love him?"
you would say to yourself.
Your level-headed friends would tell you
he wasn't good for you
and you would tell them (or at least think to yourself),
"You don't know me biotch."
You weren't sure what kind of guy you wanted
you just knew you wanted the ones you couldn't have
and the one's that looked like the rappers on tv

I've never busted a cap in somebodys ass
I don't have a little black book full of Sallys and Janes
I call when I'm feeling heated
I don't talk like I have a razor in my mouth
I don't type like "tHiS" or talk like "dis"
I don't think "da man" is out to get me
I respect the police and don't refer to them as pigs (or the poh-poh)
I know what I want out of life
and I have a pretty good idea on how to get there
and it has nothing to do with whay they show on MTV Cribs
I'm glad you changed your ways
and started looking for a man like me (you've found him by the way)
whatever *I* may be...yo.