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Rambling My Thoughts


I got a whole lot of questions

for the men and women that are wasting their blessings

if someone gave you a gift to use and cherish

why would you work to abuse it till it parish?

 

I mean girls today confuse me

claiming they independent but follow the trends they see

they saying how they're different and flawless

But the layer on the makeup and are clones in the way they dress

 

Sure you got a job that pays enough to support yourself

but you should be making enough to support an entire family plus some with no help

you should be able to look at your man and know

That even if the bond between you is cut your still good to go

 

You all put too much reliance on the wrong guys

why trust him with your heart when his profession is lies?

why give him your trust when he can't return the truth in his eyes?

why promise him your body when he'll be gone looking for sides?

 

I see too much not to know a lot

But you aren't the only one that this rant is about

 

Now men are in a section on their own

Barely finishing school, but they tryna flex like they grown

Can't even tell them to act right, it's "disrespectful"

To "stop being a hater" is the only way to be helpful

 

All they care about is women, money, weed

But what of the necessities that a man will really need?

They see women as a trophy that is so sought after that you basically idolize it.

Money is a system set in place to help with exchanges for goods and services, why chase it to no end? Why does everyone have to be a thug from the struggle. Why does everyone resort to drugs when they hustle? Not to mention that guns talk louder than words when they don't trust em. It's crazy what a  world we living in. Ever since we started chasing cash we've been off ever since. Look around, shake my head like damn, but why listen to me these are just the rambles of a random man.

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