why must niggas
always step to me,
wit sum lame ass game
talkin bout my boo-t..
neva nuffin respectful,
jus how dey wanna hit,
talkin like dat,
i could give 2 shits,
why must niggas pretend so good
but in reality, r so fake,
half da effort it took to get
me is all it takes,
a rose, a hug, all da
little shit matters,
but once dey wit me
all dem idea's scatter
why must niggas do me wrong
like im jus anotha gurl,
but i rememba a time,
when i was dey whole world,
'what can i do 2 change,
jus let me kno',
but the truth of da matta,
is u gotta let him go,
Cuz niggas aint gon change,
dey will b foreva,
so for now im single,
till i find summin betta,
what i need is a real man,
not sum nigga,
down to earth like 'common',
and maybe ballin like 'jigga',
so does dis man exist,
i believe dis to b true,
for now i sit here and wonder,
could dis man b u? ...
Dis Guy.... His name is Clif
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-must-niggas/
