Are we any different?

strippers dance to the sound of the bands, hoes walk to the sound of a man, follow my footsteps these women need to stand, they shudnt be no ones groupie or even a fan. the anxiety i get when i feel you breathe on my neck our love for each other isnt so hi tech. i look at the stripper who dances on the stage it reminds me of slaves put in a cage. she doesnt know being there she is no longer herself putting all her dignity right on the shelf. but me no i have something real my own identity nobody can ever steal. the hoe oh she is sneaky and very persistent men cant be hoe proof or resistant. so i sit here pondering on what it is that makes these girls so copy written, they are so naive to the world they are like a baby kitten. me im educated and well mannered, i hold my man up to a higher standard. i see the hoe and the stripper dancin to a different beat stomping around with blisters on their feet, should i give them advice or teach them a lesson coming across me would be a blessin, not because im much better off or march to a different hymn maybe its because once before i used to be just like them.